A Satin Secret
Title: A Satin Secret
Author: manaphasm
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Minho/Onew
Summary: Minho walks in on Onew and discovers a well-kept secret.
A present for my beta, wishunew, after she saw an interview with SHINee ^_^
It had been a long day. After several hours of dance practice, Onew was ready to collapse by the time he got back to the dorm. He pulled some fresh pajamas out of his drawer and laid them out across his bed. The singer tossed his shirt across the room and into the open hamper, not willing to risk the wrath of the Almighty Key-umma by leaving his dirty clothes on the floor. Shaking his head, Onew imagined the unending stream of nagging that would likely follow such an action. He unbuttoned his pants and started pulling them off when the bedroom door opened behind him.
“Hyung?” Minho asked, poking his head into the room. His eyes widened as he took in the half-naked form of his leader. It wasn’t that the older boy was sans most of his clothes; the members of SHINee changed clothes in front of each other on a frequent basis. It’s the kind of thing that happens when multiple guys live together in a small dorm; privacy becomes a thing of the past. No, what struck Minho, what instantly drew his eyes to the older boy and made them widen more than their usual, ridiculously large size was what his leader was wearing underneath his clothes and now desperately trying to cover up once more. Minho stepped further into the room, quickly shutting the door behind him, before approaching his hyung.
Onew began panicking the moment the rapper stepped into the room. In his haste to cover himself up, his hands fumbled with his pants, failing to pull them up again as they got caught at the bend of his knees. He tugged a frantically while trying to move further away from the younger boy, causing one of his legs to go rogue on him in his desperate moment of humiliation, leading him to trip over himself as his leg tangled itself up with the leg of his jeans. With a small yelp, he fell forward, landing splayed out upon his stomach. His face turned bright red as he shamefully buried it into the carpet, waiting for Minho to start laughing or make fun of him.
“Are you alright, Hyung?” Minho asked as he crouched down beside the older boy and placed his hand upon Onew’s bare shoulder. The singer let out a groan before mumbling into the carpet.
“What do you want, Minho-goon?” he muttered.
“Huh?” the rapper asked, staring blankly at his leader. “Oh! Right; I was supposed to tell you that we’re ordering take-out for dinner.”
“Oh? That’s all?” Onew said, lifting his head for a second to look at the younger boy, before putting it back down, his cheeks still burning with embarrassment.
“Hyung?” Minho asked again. Onew groaned, louder this time.
“What, Minho? What do you want now?” he said.
“Umm,” he mumbled, licking his lips and then swallowing, “I was just wondering, umm, why, exactly, you’re wearing girl’s panties?” If the older boy’s face had not already turned ten shades of red, it would have done so as soon as the words left the rapper’s mouth. Underneath his clothes, rather than the boxer briefs he would normally wear, were a pair of satin, lavender panties with little icons of cute, pink bunnies all over them. The singer quickly got up into a seated position, pulling his knees to his chest so that the younger boy had less of a view of his state of dress. He ducked his head down, still completely mortified, as Minho watched him, the rapper’s head tilting to one side in awkward, confused amusement.
“Please stop staring,” Onew mumbled. Minho chuckled as he scooted closer to his hyung, wrapping his arms around the older boy’s bare shoulders and pulling him close. With one hand, he gently tugged at the jeans that were uselessly tangled around the older boy’s calves, pulling away the thing preventing him from getting a good look at the most interesting thing he’d ever caught the boy wearing.
“Don’t be so embarrassed, Hyung,” he said as the singer protested, trying to knock away the taller boy’s hands. “So you have a weird preference, who cares? Lots of people do. This won’t affect how I think of you; I promise.”
Onew blushed at the athletic boy’s words, wishing he could sink into the floor and disappear altogether. Great, he thought miserably, now he thinks I’m a weirdo with a panty fetish. Pushing at Minho’s arms, he managed to untangle himself from his band member, shooting the younger boy an irritated glare.
“I don’t have a fetish!” Onew said, scowling as he stared a hole through the carpet.
“There’s no need to get upset or lie to me, Hyung,” he said, patting the older boy on the head. “If you’re worried I won’t keep this just between us, well then, I swear right now, this will be our secret. Cross my heart,” he promised, nodding his head up and down as he made an “x” sign over his chest. The singer sighed in increased aggravation as the younger boy continued to ignore what he was trying to tell him.
“No, Minho,” he said, running a nervous hand through his hair. “You don’t understand.”
“What’s there to understand?” the younger rapper asked, his lip curling up slightly. “Why else would you want to wear girl’s underwear?”
“Because,” the older boy said, “when we were trainees, Key said that they were more comfortable to dance in and that they’d help improve my dancing.”
“And you believed him?!” Minho asked, his eyes widening as he shook his head in disbelief.
“Well, yeah,” Jinki said, shrugging his shoulders and offering the younger boy a lopsided smile. “Why would Key lie to me?”
“Maybe because he knows you’re gullible enough to believe him?” Minho asked. He shook his and chuckled. “Honestly, Hyung, you’re too trusting for your own good.”
“But, you know,” he said, looking up at the taller boy and smiling shyly, “they really are very comfortable.” He blushed at the admission, ducking his head as soon as he’d said it.
“Really?” the younger boy said, tilting his head to the side. The leader nodded in confirmation. “Let me feel,” Minho said, reaching towards his hyung.
“What? No!” Onew said, trying to move away. “Don’t be weird!”
“Oh, come on, Hyung~” Minho whined, as he followed the older boy until Jinki was right up against the side of the bed, his back turned towards the rapper to block him out. He held his jeans in a tight grip and was about to attempt putting them back on, when the younger boy tore them from his grasp and tossed them across the room. Grabbing the singer around the chest, Minho pulled his wiggling leader into his lap, holding him there until the boy gave up his struggle and stopped uselessly kicking his feet. His arms fell limp at his sides as he let out a huff and pouted in the younger boy’s hold.
“You’re just teasing me~” Onew whined.
“No, I’m really not,” Minho said, running his hand down Jinki’s side until he reached the waistband of the panties. He pulled at the elastic band, allowing it to snap back against the older boy’s skin. The singer shuddered as a blush spread across his face again. He settled his free hand over the elder boy’s stomach, kneading the soft flesh as his other hand drifted down from its position at Onew’s side to stroke the singer’s warm thigh.
“Wh-what are you doing?” the leader asked nervously.
“Just relax, Hyung,” Minho said, resting his chin on the older boy’s shoulder. Jinki fidgeted uncertainly, but made no attempt to pull away. I couldn’t if I wanted to, he though. Slowly, the hand on his stomach drifted downward, fingers skimming along the smooth surface of the panties before settling wholly upon the singer’s groin. Onew squeaked as the athlete’s hand began to move, massaging him through the satin material. The leader squirmed as the younger boy’s efforts made him increasingly aroused.
“You’re right, Hyung,” Minho whispered, his hot breath ghosting along the singer’s ear and making him quiver. “Your panties are really soft,” he said, “and smooth; but something else here is getting harder by the second.”
Taking his other hand away from Onew’s thigh, he brought it up to rub at the older boy’s chest, tweaking his nipples to arousal before moving his hand to the singer’s face. He brushed the hair out of Jinki’s eyes before taking the knuckle of a single finger and stroking down the boy’s cheek. When he reached his hyung’s mouth, he rubbed his index finger along the older boy’s plump, pouting bottom lip. The singer gasped, and Minho took that opportunity to press his finger into Onew’s mouth, sliding it along the elder boy’s tongue and rubbing against his inner cheek.
“Suck,” he said, and the older boy slowly began to press his tongue against the intruding digit. As Minho pushed a second finger into Jinki’s hot mouth, he slipped his other hand inside the silky panties, grasping hold of the pleasantly large, fully aroused appendage. He stroked his hand up and down along the smooth length, toying with the tip until small droplets of pre cum leaked out, catching some along his fingers while the rest spread out, dampening through the satin material covering the older boy’s privates. Jinki squirmed in his position on the taller boy’s lap, moaning while every so often making small, slurping noises as a third digit was added to his rapidly filling mouth.
Swapping hands, Minho held his pre cum coated fingers up to the older boy’s parted lips, saying, “Try this,” as he pressed them inside before Onew could refuse, though the boy shook his head in an effort to dislodge the fingers as the salty fluid was forced upon his taste buds. As he did so, the edges of his teeth scraped against the younger boy’s fingers. Minho glared at him and said, “Stop that,” in as stern a voice as he could, making the older boy whine as the fingers continued to probe his mouth.
“How does it taste?” the rapper asked, “Do you like it?” The leader growled a little, nipping down on one of the fingers. Minho pinched the singer’s side in warning with his spit-slick free hand, then he reached down to his hyung's groin, slipping his hand in the panties and bypassing the singer’s stiff member to rub along his heated entrance. The older boy’s body became instantly rigid as he whimpered around a mouthful of fingers.
“Shh,” Minho said, hushing the singer. “It’s okay, Hyung, just relax. I won’t hurt you.” Jinki took a deep breath through his nose and nodded his head as his body began to slacken, though not as much as before. His shoulders retained some tension, as the rest of his body lay limp against the athlete. With a slow, difficult push, Minho managed to squeeze his finger into the older boy’s tight heat, the muscles instantly clamping around the intruding digit as Jinki whined, trying to wiggle his body away from the younger boy to stop the stinging inside him. Pressing soft, wet kisses into the crook of Onew’s neck, Minho mumbled quiet assurances to the singer.
“You’re not relaxing, Hyung,” he said as he removed his other hand from Jinki’s mouth to stroke gently through the boy’s hair. “That’s why it hurts right now. Just take deep breaths.” Doing as the younger boy said, Onew sucked in short gasps until he felt the tense muscles inside him loosen around Minho’s long finger.
“Are you alright?” Minho asked.
“Yeah,” Jinki said, his voice breathy, as he nodded his head. “I think so.”
At that cue, the rapper began to move his finger around, his fingernail scraping the muscled walls as it slid along Onew’s insides, searching for the secret bundle of nerves that the younger boy knew would get his leader going, enough to dispel this initial discomfort. Adding two more digits at the same time, he used his index and ring fingers to press the hot flesh apart, stretching it further as he used his middle finger to probe further inside. After a moment, Onew tilted his head back against the taller boy’s shoulder as he let out a sharp cry. Bingo, Minho thought, smirking.
The older boy whimpered as Minho pulled his fingers out, his body pliant as the rapper twisted him around and laid him down on the carpet. He made quick work of his own clothes and just as quickly, he pulled the damp, lavender panties off of his hyung. The older boy looked up at him through dazed, half-lidded eyes, his wet lips parted. Minho leaned forward and crashed their lips together, slipping his tongue passed the older boy’s pouty lips to swirl around his mouth. Pulling back, Minho hovered over the older boy, offering up his own, stiff member.
“Open up,” he said, smirking as the leader’s eyes widened. Minho nodded his head at the boy, urging him to do as he said. The singer frowned, shaking his head in refusal and making whining noises as the athletic boy pressed the wet tip of his dick against Jinki’s pouting lips, smearing pre cum along them. Giving in, Onew hesitantly opened his mouth up, his tongue poking out to brush gently at the rapper’s cock before allowing the younger boy to push the tip of his penis inside. Jinki’s tongue lapped slowly at the slit, twisting here and there, until he could taste the salty drops of pre cum, then moved on to lap along the shaft until as much of the appendage as he could fit in his mouth was coated in a layer of saliva. Pulling out, Minho gave Onew another brief kiss on the lips, then kissed his way down the older boy’s chest until reached the smooth stretch of skin right above Jinki’s cock. He licked the dribbling tip, his eyes closing as he savored his leader’s taste. He kissed the tip, then leaned back and gripped one hand on each of the older boy’s thighs, pulling them apart and positioning them at his shoulders. Taking hold of Onew’s waist, he adjusted the singer and lined himself up with the boy’s entrance. Looking at the boy for permission, he waited until Jinki nodded his head before thrusting in.
The leader groaned as the rapper entered him, his back arching as the younger boy’s cock pressed flush against his inner walls. His hands clawed at the rapper’s chest, trying to push the younger boy off of him as he clenched his teeth and hissed at the soreness spreading inside him. The taller boy stilled, allowing his hyung time to adjust. Onew panted as he tried to compel his heartbeat to steady, all the while trying to ignore the new, throbbing pain inside him. Minho took one hand and used it to knead at the older boy’s stomach in an effort to release some of his elder’s tension.
“Okay,” Jinki said, letting out a shaking breath as his hands dropped down to his sides, “move.”
Using his fingers on the older boy didn’t prepare Minho for just how hot and tight Onew was. He moaned as the muscles inside the singer clamped around him, arousing him further. After a few, long prods, he heard the older boy’s sharp intake of breath. There it is again, he thought cheerfully as he adjusted his aim towards that one goal.
Jinki felt his whole body light up the moment the younger boy’s cock brushed into that sweet bundle of nerves again. All the pulsing discomfort he had felt before, the awkwardness of having something foreign and hard, something not meant to fit in him doing just that, not only fitting, but pushing and moving, disappeared. His whimpers and groans of pain became needy whines and wanton sighs. His hands, before clenched at his sides, grasping at the carpet, reached up to wrap around Minho’s neck, pulling the younger boy closer before moving his hands to the taller boy’s back, his fingernails digging in as his body was jostled with each push. As Minho’s thrusts sped up, grew harder, Jinki shoved his tongue down the rapper’s throat, both moaning into each other.
Minho was close; he could feel himself tightening, ready to release with each renewed shove against the older boy’s prostate. Jinki pulled out of the kiss, instead sucking at the flesh of the athletic boy’s shoulder. He reached between them to take hold of his own, neglected member, but the younger boy quickly slapped his hands away.
“No,” Minho said, making Onew pause in his efforts to leave a hickey on the younger boy’s shoulder as a reminder of their fling. “I don’t want you to help.”
The singer whined in protest, pushing up against the taller boy to create some friction for himself, but was quickly pushed back down; Minho’s hands holding his hips in place. He squirmed for a moment, trying to loosen the younger boy’s grip, but quickly sighed and gave up, licking timidly at the crook of Minho’s neck. With a few more shoves, Minho shuddered in release, his cock continuing to pulse against the older boy’s inner flesh, coating it with his essence. It was the rapper’s final pulsing that set the older boy off into his own release, his fluids splashing across his stomach and spreading out between the two boys. He groaned, biting down a little at the flesh he had been gently sucking at before. Both writhed together, riding out their climaxes until they collapsed into a boneless heap, Minho’s long body draped over his smaller companion. He rolled to the side to lie, panting, next to Jinki rather than on top of him. Onew’s eyes were once again half-lidded, but he offered the younger boy a small, shy smile.
After a few minutes of lying on the carpet, Minho turned to the older boy, saying, “We should get cleaned up, Hyung, dinner’s probably already-” he paused, taking in the now sleeping form of SHINee’s leader, “here.” He shook his head as he sat up. Well, he thought, he did look tired earlier. Grabbing some tissues from the bedside table, he wiped himself off and then wiped off the older boy. He put his clothes back on and tossed the singer’s dirty jeans in the hamper. Across the room, he found the lavender panties, and shook his head. Only Jinki-hyung would buy panties with pink bunnies on them, he thought, chuckling. He picked the singer up off of the floor and placed him gently on the bed, then slowly worked the boy’s pajama pants onto him. He stuck the shirt back inside the drawer, not wanting to bother with it, and tucked his hyung into bed.
“Goodnight, Hyung,” he said, kissing the older boy on the forehead and admiring how cute his leader was. The older boy murmured in his sleep, but Minho swore he heard, “I love you,” somewhere in the quiet mumbles as Onew curled up under the blankets. As he left the room to go check on dinner, Minho couldn’t help thinking the same thing.
Author: manaphasm
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Minho/Onew
Summary: Minho walks in on Onew and discovers a well-kept secret.
A present for my beta, wishunew, after she saw an interview with SHINee ^_^
It had been a long day. After several hours of dance practice, Onew was ready to collapse by the time he got back to the dorm. He pulled some fresh pajamas out of his drawer and laid them out across his bed. The singer tossed his shirt across the room and into the open hamper, not willing to risk the wrath of the Almighty Key-umma by leaving his dirty clothes on the floor. Shaking his head, Onew imagined the unending stream of nagging that would likely follow such an action. He unbuttoned his pants and started pulling them off when the bedroom door opened behind him.
“Hyung?” Minho asked, poking his head into the room. His eyes widened as he took in the half-naked form of his leader. It wasn’t that the older boy was sans most of his clothes; the members of SHINee changed clothes in front of each other on a frequent basis. It’s the kind of thing that happens when multiple guys live together in a small dorm; privacy becomes a thing of the past. No, what struck Minho, what instantly drew his eyes to the older boy and made them widen more than their usual, ridiculously large size was what his leader was wearing underneath his clothes and now desperately trying to cover up once more. Minho stepped further into the room, quickly shutting the door behind him, before approaching his hyung.
Onew began panicking the moment the rapper stepped into the room. In his haste to cover himself up, his hands fumbled with his pants, failing to pull them up again as they got caught at the bend of his knees. He tugged a frantically while trying to move further away from the younger boy, causing one of his legs to go rogue on him in his desperate moment of humiliation, leading him to trip over himself as his leg tangled itself up with the leg of his jeans. With a small yelp, he fell forward, landing splayed out upon his stomach. His face turned bright red as he shamefully buried it into the carpet, waiting for Minho to start laughing or make fun of him.
“Are you alright, Hyung?” Minho asked as he crouched down beside the older boy and placed his hand upon Onew’s bare shoulder. The singer let out a groan before mumbling into the carpet.
“What do you want, Minho-goon?” he muttered.
“Huh?” the rapper asked, staring blankly at his leader. “Oh! Right; I was supposed to tell you that we’re ordering take-out for dinner.”
“Oh? That’s all?” Onew said, lifting his head for a second to look at the younger boy, before putting it back down, his cheeks still burning with embarrassment.
“Hyung?” Minho asked again. Onew groaned, louder this time.
“What, Minho? What do you want now?” he said.
“Umm,” he mumbled, licking his lips and then swallowing, “I was just wondering, umm, why, exactly, you’re wearing girl’s panties?” If the older boy’s face had not already turned ten shades of red, it would have done so as soon as the words left the rapper’s mouth. Underneath his clothes, rather than the boxer briefs he would normally wear, were a pair of satin, lavender panties with little icons of cute, pink bunnies all over them. The singer quickly got up into a seated position, pulling his knees to his chest so that the younger boy had less of a view of his state of dress. He ducked his head down, still completely mortified, as Minho watched him, the rapper’s head tilting to one side in awkward, confused amusement.
“Please stop staring,” Onew mumbled. Minho chuckled as he scooted closer to his hyung, wrapping his arms around the older boy’s bare shoulders and pulling him close. With one hand, he gently tugged at the jeans that were uselessly tangled around the older boy’s calves, pulling away the thing preventing him from getting a good look at the most interesting thing he’d ever caught the boy wearing.
“Don’t be so embarrassed, Hyung,” he said as the singer protested, trying to knock away the taller boy’s hands. “So you have a weird preference, who cares? Lots of people do. This won’t affect how I think of you; I promise.”
Onew blushed at the athletic boy’s words, wishing he could sink into the floor and disappear altogether. Great, he thought miserably, now he thinks I’m a weirdo with a panty fetish. Pushing at Minho’s arms, he managed to untangle himself from his band member, shooting the younger boy an irritated glare.
“I don’t have a fetish!” Onew said, scowling as he stared a hole through the carpet.
“There’s no need to get upset or lie to me, Hyung,” he said, patting the older boy on the head. “If you’re worried I won’t keep this just between us, well then, I swear right now, this will be our secret. Cross my heart,” he promised, nodding his head up and down as he made an “x” sign over his chest. The singer sighed in increased aggravation as the younger boy continued to ignore what he was trying to tell him.
“No, Minho,” he said, running a nervous hand through his hair. “You don’t understand.”
“What’s there to understand?” the younger rapper asked, his lip curling up slightly. “Why else would you want to wear girl’s underwear?”
“Because,” the older boy said, “when we were trainees, Key said that they were more comfortable to dance in and that they’d help improve my dancing.”
“And you believed him?!” Minho asked, his eyes widening as he shook his head in disbelief.
“Well, yeah,” Jinki said, shrugging his shoulders and offering the younger boy a lopsided smile. “Why would Key lie to me?”
“Maybe because he knows you’re gullible enough to believe him?” Minho asked. He shook his and chuckled. “Honestly, Hyung, you’re too trusting for your own good.”
“But, you know,” he said, looking up at the taller boy and smiling shyly, “they really are very comfortable.” He blushed at the admission, ducking his head as soon as he’d said it.
“Really?” the younger boy said, tilting his head to the side. The leader nodded in confirmation. “Let me feel,” Minho said, reaching towards his hyung.
“What? No!” Onew said, trying to move away. “Don’t be weird!”
“Oh, come on, Hyung~” Minho whined, as he followed the older boy until Jinki was right up against the side of the bed, his back turned towards the rapper to block him out. He held his jeans in a tight grip and was about to attempt putting them back on, when the younger boy tore them from his grasp and tossed them across the room. Grabbing the singer around the chest, Minho pulled his wiggling leader into his lap, holding him there until the boy gave up his struggle and stopped uselessly kicking his feet. His arms fell limp at his sides as he let out a huff and pouted in the younger boy’s hold.
“You’re just teasing me~” Onew whined.
“No, I’m really not,” Minho said, running his hand down Jinki’s side until he reached the waistband of the panties. He pulled at the elastic band, allowing it to snap back against the older boy’s skin. The singer shuddered as a blush spread across his face again. He settled his free hand over the elder boy’s stomach, kneading the soft flesh as his other hand drifted down from its position at Onew’s side to stroke the singer’s warm thigh.
“Wh-what are you doing?” the leader asked nervously.
“Just relax, Hyung,” Minho said, resting his chin on the older boy’s shoulder. Jinki fidgeted uncertainly, but made no attempt to pull away. I couldn’t if I wanted to, he though. Slowly, the hand on his stomach drifted downward, fingers skimming along the smooth surface of the panties before settling wholly upon the singer’s groin. Onew squeaked as the athlete’s hand began to move, massaging him through the satin material. The leader squirmed as the younger boy’s efforts made him increasingly aroused.
“You’re right, Hyung,” Minho whispered, his hot breath ghosting along the singer’s ear and making him quiver. “Your panties are really soft,” he said, “and smooth; but something else here is getting harder by the second.”
Taking his other hand away from Onew’s thigh, he brought it up to rub at the older boy’s chest, tweaking his nipples to arousal before moving his hand to the singer’s face. He brushed the hair out of Jinki’s eyes before taking the knuckle of a single finger and stroking down the boy’s cheek. When he reached his hyung’s mouth, he rubbed his index finger along the older boy’s plump, pouting bottom lip. The singer gasped, and Minho took that opportunity to press his finger into Onew’s mouth, sliding it along the elder boy’s tongue and rubbing against his inner cheek.
“Suck,” he said, and the older boy slowly began to press his tongue against the intruding digit. As Minho pushed a second finger into Jinki’s hot mouth, he slipped his other hand inside the silky panties, grasping hold of the pleasantly large, fully aroused appendage. He stroked his hand up and down along the smooth length, toying with the tip until small droplets of pre cum leaked out, catching some along his fingers while the rest spread out, dampening through the satin material covering the older boy’s privates. Jinki squirmed in his position on the taller boy’s lap, moaning while every so often making small, slurping noises as a third digit was added to his rapidly filling mouth.
Swapping hands, Minho held his pre cum coated fingers up to the older boy’s parted lips, saying, “Try this,” as he pressed them inside before Onew could refuse, though the boy shook his head in an effort to dislodge the fingers as the salty fluid was forced upon his taste buds. As he did so, the edges of his teeth scraped against the younger boy’s fingers. Minho glared at him and said, “Stop that,” in as stern a voice as he could, making the older boy whine as the fingers continued to probe his mouth.
“How does it taste?” the rapper asked, “Do you like it?” The leader growled a little, nipping down on one of the fingers. Minho pinched the singer’s side in warning with his spit-slick free hand, then he reached down to his hyung's groin, slipping his hand in the panties and bypassing the singer’s stiff member to rub along his heated entrance. The older boy’s body became instantly rigid as he whimpered around a mouthful of fingers.
“Shh,” Minho said, hushing the singer. “It’s okay, Hyung, just relax. I won’t hurt you.” Jinki took a deep breath through his nose and nodded his head as his body began to slacken, though not as much as before. His shoulders retained some tension, as the rest of his body lay limp against the athlete. With a slow, difficult push, Minho managed to squeeze his finger into the older boy’s tight heat, the muscles instantly clamping around the intruding digit as Jinki whined, trying to wiggle his body away from the younger boy to stop the stinging inside him. Pressing soft, wet kisses into the crook of Onew’s neck, Minho mumbled quiet assurances to the singer.
“You’re not relaxing, Hyung,” he said as he removed his other hand from Jinki’s mouth to stroke gently through the boy’s hair. “That’s why it hurts right now. Just take deep breaths.” Doing as the younger boy said, Onew sucked in short gasps until he felt the tense muscles inside him loosen around Minho’s long finger.
“Are you alright?” Minho asked.
“Yeah,” Jinki said, his voice breathy, as he nodded his head. “I think so.”
At that cue, the rapper began to move his finger around, his fingernail scraping the muscled walls as it slid along Onew’s insides, searching for the secret bundle of nerves that the younger boy knew would get his leader going, enough to dispel this initial discomfort. Adding two more digits at the same time, he used his index and ring fingers to press the hot flesh apart, stretching it further as he used his middle finger to probe further inside. After a moment, Onew tilted his head back against the taller boy’s shoulder as he let out a sharp cry. Bingo, Minho thought, smirking.
The older boy whimpered as Minho pulled his fingers out, his body pliant as the rapper twisted him around and laid him down on the carpet. He made quick work of his own clothes and just as quickly, he pulled the damp, lavender panties off of his hyung. The older boy looked up at him through dazed, half-lidded eyes, his wet lips parted. Minho leaned forward and crashed their lips together, slipping his tongue passed the older boy’s pouty lips to swirl around his mouth. Pulling back, Minho hovered over the older boy, offering up his own, stiff member.
“Open up,” he said, smirking as the leader’s eyes widened. Minho nodded his head at the boy, urging him to do as he said. The singer frowned, shaking his head in refusal and making whining noises as the athletic boy pressed the wet tip of his dick against Jinki’s pouting lips, smearing pre cum along them. Giving in, Onew hesitantly opened his mouth up, his tongue poking out to brush gently at the rapper’s cock before allowing the younger boy to push the tip of his penis inside. Jinki’s tongue lapped slowly at the slit, twisting here and there, until he could taste the salty drops of pre cum, then moved on to lap along the shaft until as much of the appendage as he could fit in his mouth was coated in a layer of saliva. Pulling out, Minho gave Onew another brief kiss on the lips, then kissed his way down the older boy’s chest until reached the smooth stretch of skin right above Jinki’s cock. He licked the dribbling tip, his eyes closing as he savored his leader’s taste. He kissed the tip, then leaned back and gripped one hand on each of the older boy’s thighs, pulling them apart and positioning them at his shoulders. Taking hold of Onew’s waist, he adjusted the singer and lined himself up with the boy’s entrance. Looking at the boy for permission, he waited until Jinki nodded his head before thrusting in.
The leader groaned as the rapper entered him, his back arching as the younger boy’s cock pressed flush against his inner walls. His hands clawed at the rapper’s chest, trying to push the younger boy off of him as he clenched his teeth and hissed at the soreness spreading inside him. The taller boy stilled, allowing his hyung time to adjust. Onew panted as he tried to compel his heartbeat to steady, all the while trying to ignore the new, throbbing pain inside him. Minho took one hand and used it to knead at the older boy’s stomach in an effort to release some of his elder’s tension.
“Okay,” Jinki said, letting out a shaking breath as his hands dropped down to his sides, “move.”
Using his fingers on the older boy didn’t prepare Minho for just how hot and tight Onew was. He moaned as the muscles inside the singer clamped around him, arousing him further. After a few, long prods, he heard the older boy’s sharp intake of breath. There it is again, he thought cheerfully as he adjusted his aim towards that one goal.
Jinki felt his whole body light up the moment the younger boy’s cock brushed into that sweet bundle of nerves again. All the pulsing discomfort he had felt before, the awkwardness of having something foreign and hard, something not meant to fit in him doing just that, not only fitting, but pushing and moving, disappeared. His whimpers and groans of pain became needy whines and wanton sighs. His hands, before clenched at his sides, grasping at the carpet, reached up to wrap around Minho’s neck, pulling the younger boy closer before moving his hands to the taller boy’s back, his fingernails digging in as his body was jostled with each push. As Minho’s thrusts sped up, grew harder, Jinki shoved his tongue down the rapper’s throat, both moaning into each other.
Minho was close; he could feel himself tightening, ready to release with each renewed shove against the older boy’s prostate. Jinki pulled out of the kiss, instead sucking at the flesh of the athletic boy’s shoulder. He reached between them to take hold of his own, neglected member, but the younger boy quickly slapped his hands away.
“No,” Minho said, making Onew pause in his efforts to leave a hickey on the younger boy’s shoulder as a reminder of their fling. “I don’t want you to help.”
The singer whined in protest, pushing up against the taller boy to create some friction for himself, but was quickly pushed back down; Minho’s hands holding his hips in place. He squirmed for a moment, trying to loosen the younger boy’s grip, but quickly sighed and gave up, licking timidly at the crook of Minho’s neck. With a few more shoves, Minho shuddered in release, his cock continuing to pulse against the older boy’s inner flesh, coating it with his essence. It was the rapper’s final pulsing that set the older boy off into his own release, his fluids splashing across his stomach and spreading out between the two boys. He groaned, biting down a little at the flesh he had been gently sucking at before. Both writhed together, riding out their climaxes until they collapsed into a boneless heap, Minho’s long body draped over his smaller companion. He rolled to the side to lie, panting, next to Jinki rather than on top of him. Onew’s eyes were once again half-lidded, but he offered the younger boy a small, shy smile.
After a few minutes of lying on the carpet, Minho turned to the older boy, saying, “We should get cleaned up, Hyung, dinner’s probably already-” he paused, taking in the now sleeping form of SHINee’s leader, “here.” He shook his head as he sat up. Well, he thought, he did look tired earlier. Grabbing some tissues from the bedside table, he wiped himself off and then wiped off the older boy. He put his clothes back on and tossed the singer’s dirty jeans in the hamper. Across the room, he found the lavender panties, and shook his head. Only Jinki-hyung would buy panties with pink bunnies on them, he thought, chuckling. He picked the singer up off of the floor and placed him gently on the bed, then slowly worked the boy’s pajama pants onto him. He stuck the shirt back inside the drawer, not wanting to bother with it, and tucked his hyung into bed.
“Goodnight, Hyung,” he said, kissing the older boy on the forehead and admiring how cute his leader was. The older boy murmured in his sleep, but Minho swore he heard, “I love you,” somewhere in the quiet mumbles as Onew curled up under the blankets. As he left the room to go check on dinner, Minho couldn’t help thinking the same thing.