Evening Ride
Title: Evening Ride
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, after shower sex.
Summary: Taemin and Minho are alone and Taemin is feeling particularly needy.
Word Count: 2,642
Notes: Written for gaypop. Yes, there is a POV switch, but it happens so close to the beginning and I don't think it's really a bad thing. I hope you enjoy! :D
Licking his lips, Taemin pulled his robe a little tighter around himself before knocking on the door Minho shared with Jonghyun. "Yeah," came the voice of the rapper, and Taemin smirked a little.
"Minho hyung, are you alone?" he asked the question even though he knew Jonghyun was out, just like the other two. Still, there was the possibility that someone else had come over. Taemin had been in the shower after all. He ran a hand through his damp hair, wondering if he would end up just getting dirty again. Actually, that was kind of his goal.
"Yeah," came the automatic answer, quickly followed by a, "Come in, Taemin."
Suppressing a grin, Taemin opened the door and stepped into the room, shutting it behind him. Minho looked up as he entered the room, his eyebrows quirking when he saw Taemin in the long, fluffy, cream colored robe.
"Shower?" He asked while switching the arm weight he had to his other hand.
"Yeah. I feel really refreshed now," Taemin said softly, running a hand over the material of the robe, fiddling with the belt because he hadn't really thought things out before coming in and he wasn't sure what his next move should be.
"Taemin," Minho said after a second, and the maknae looked up at him with questioning eyes. "Are you naked under there?"
A smile slowly spread across Taemin's face and he nodded. "Yes, I am."
As Minho set down his weight, it making a small thud on the floor when he released it, a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. His eyes seemed to ignite as he watched Taemin move over towards the desk, pulling himself up to sit on his edge. The robe fell just perfectly to teasingly show off about half of Taemin's right thigh, the rest of it hidden in darkness under the cloth.
The robe seemed to be teasing Minho, challenging him, and he never backed down from a challenge. Not ever. Smirking, Minho stood from the edge of his bed and moved closer to Taemin, who simply watched him in anticipation. He felt like an animal stalking closer to its prey, willing prey, in the form of the band's beautiful maknae. Minho didn't think he'd ever turn the younger man down. He didn't know why anyone would.
As soon as he was standing in front of the younger man, Minho reached out and slid his hand into the opening at Taemin's chest, wrapping his finger around the material before slowly sliding his hand down, pulling the materials lightly so that it loosened against him. "You didn't want to get dressed before coming to see me, Taemin?" Minho asked, his voice low, his tone questioning even though they both knew what was going on. Taemin licked his lips as he watched Minho put his next thought into words. "Actually, you never told me what it is you wanted." Minho's voice was low by now, his fingers slipping into the material enough to slide across the skin between Taemin's ribcage.
"Hyung," Taemin whined, knowing that Minho knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew Minho wanted it too.
Smiling Minho leaned in and brushed his lips across Taemin's. "I'm glad you came here first."
Taemin smiled in return and Minho pressed his lips against him a little harder. Stepping closer, Minho moved between Taemin's legs. Lowering his hands, he pressed them against the maknae's hips, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Taemin moaned and parted his lips easily for Minho to slip his tongue in. Squeezing his hands against Taemin's hips, Minho pulled his body forward against him, making Taemin moan and wrap his arms around Minho's neck, pulling himself closer.
Moving one of his hands, Minho lowered it to Taemin's leg and slowly slid it up the inside of his thigh. Taemin moaned into Minho's mouth, raising his legs and pressing them against Minho's sides. Minho felt his body tense as Taemin leaned into him. He wanted to keep moving his hand up, to wrap it around Taemin's penis, but he stopped, pulling back and stepping away from him. Taemin moaned softly in protest.
"I want to see you," Minho stated, moving his eyes over Taemin suggestively. At those words the pout on Taemin's mouth disappeared to be replaced by a playful smile.
"I was hoping you would." Taemin was all smiles as he stood and slowly started to uncoil the belt, pulling the loose knot out. After that it was all too easy for him to just move his shoulders, causing the robe to billow to the floor. Minho didn't pay much more attention to the robe though, instead letting his eyes devour the maknae's body, taking in his smooth, creamy skin and his semi-hard cock that practically begged for Minho to touch it. Taemin bit his lip as Minho stared at him, a shy blush crossing his features despite his obvious attempts to be confident. It was something that turned Minho on even more though, that sort of naturalness.
"Come here, Taemin," Minho said, his voice all soft and deep, and Taemin smiled widely before walking over and then Minho arms were around him, pulling his naked body flush against him. Taemin moaned as their lips crashed together and Minho only held him tighter, his finger digging into the small of his back.
"Minho," Taemin moaned, his voice shaking slightly with the strain of his arousal. "I want you," he added breathlessly as he pressed forward against Minho, making the older man's body tighten with desire.
Leaning back, Minho smiled before running his tongue across his lips. "Now, undress me," Minho commanded in a soft, but firm tone. Taemin smirked a little, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth before moving his hands to grasp Minho's sleeveless tank.
"Okay, hyung," he said in a low voice that made Minho think his arousal and his comfortableness level were rising, something Minho didn't mind at all. Taemin's hands felt teasing as they slowly pulled his shirt over his head. His fingers traced down Minho's chest as they made a line to his pants. Leaning forward, Taemin locked his lips onto Minho's chest, kissing over to one of his nipples before slipping his tongue out to tease it as he slowly unbuttoned Minho pants.
Groaning deeply, Minho rocked his hips forward. "Come on Taemin," he said, frustration just barely starting to lace his voice because the maknae was good at turning him on, and he felt ready to have those hands on his penis too. Minho saw the smirk form on Taemin's lips in response to the plea from his hyung, but he didn't tease much longer, pulling Minho's pants down his hips, taking his underwear with them. Minho quickly kicked them off his feet and Taemin's hand was moving to wrap around his cock before he could even say anything.
Taemin's hand gently squeezed Minho's hardening cock in his hand before pulling up and down the length. Minho moaned and moved a hand behind Taemin's head to guide their mouths back together. Their tongues slid along each other as Taemin stroked him completely to life, Minho rocking forward against his hand as his body started to feel ready for more.
"Come on Taeminnie," he voiced before stepping back, pulling the maknae with him. Hearing his name like that made Taemin's lips twitch a little, but Minho was picking at him and Taemin knew it. Minho moved all the way back to the bed before letting go of Taemin. He scooted back on it and held his hands back out for Taemin. Reaching out for them, Taemin's fingers wound between Minho's as he crawled onto the bed, straddling Minho's legs.
As they started kissing again, Minho moved his free hand out to trail down Taemin's side and then behind his back to pull him closer until Taemin's cock was pressing into Minho's stomach. Pulling back, Taemin gave Minho a curious look. "Hyung?" He asked questioningly.
Simply smiling, Minho slipped his hand back around Taemin to slide up his stomach to his chest then his neck, eventually stopping to press a finger against his mouth. Taemin slowly wrapped his lips around the digit, flicking his tongue at the tip. He seemed curious about what Minho was thinking, but still went along because he knew that Minho wouldn't hold out on him.
Sucking gently on Minho's fingers as Minho pushed in two more, Taemin rocked his hips forward against Minho, moaning when his cock rubbed against him. Reaching down, Taemin wrapped his fingers around Minho's cock. They weren't long or short really and they weren't too thin or too thick. Taemin's fingers always felt good on his cock. It was a smooth hand, one without very many callouses, not as rough as some other men's hands would be, but not a soft as a woman's.
Pulling his fingers out of Taemin's mouth, Minho tapped his thigh with his other hand. "Raise up some," he instructed. It only took Taemin a second to nod, pressing his knees into the bed to support his weight as Minho slipped his hand under him. Taemin gasped as one of Minho's fingers brushed against his entrance.
As he slowly pushed a finger in, Minho leaned forward and pressed his lips against Taemin's chest. He trailed slow kisses across it as he started to pump his finger in and out of the maknae's ass. Taemin made a noise of discomfort in his throat as he grew accustomed to the way it felt. Tilting his face up, Minho caught Taemin's lips to kiss him deeply. Taemin's arms moved around his shoulder as he slowly added a second finger, stretching Taemin open for his penis. After a moment, Taemin started rocking against his fingers, moaning and Minho knew he was looking for Minho to hit that sweet spot inside of him.
"Minho," Taemin whined, pressing down against his fingers harder, moving his hands to grasp his shoulders as he held himself up. "Harder," he moaned needily, making Minho feel ready to give him more. Instead of pushing his fingers in harder though, Minho pulled them out.
Making a noise of protest, Taemin looked and Minho, his lips pouting slightly as he frowned. "I want you on my cock, Taemin. I want to watch you ride me."
Biting his lower lip, Taemin's features wavered slightly and Minho could tell he thought it sounded sexy too. Nodding, Taemin moved his hand down to stroke Minho's cock again as he slid forward, moving his body over it. Minho was still sitting up, so their bodies were pressed flush against each other as Taemin started to lower himself down until the tip of Minho's cock was against his entrance. He moaned at the way his cock slid against Minho's body.
Taemin's lips parted as he started pushing himself down onto Minho's cock, something that made Minho's blood rush as he looked at his their plump perfection. A gasp slipped from the maknae's mouth and Minho leaned forward to kiss him lightly, something the made the younger man open his eyes and smile. "It feels so good, Minho," he said in a quiet voice that sounded really cute to the rapper.
As Taemin sank further onto his cock, Minho moaned deep in his throat and moved his hands to press against Taemin's hips, practicing all his self control to keep from pressing up into the maknae while he was still getting accustomed to the size. Once Taemin had completely sat on his dick, Minho grasped his hips a little tighter and then pushed up, making Taemin moan loudly as his body was pushed slightly into the air. "Move, Taemin," Minho told him gruffly, his cock aching for more.
The maknae started moving his hips forward and back against Minho, his movements limited because of how Minho was sitting up, but it also felt really good being able to feel his cock rubbing against Minho's hard abs. Moaning, Taemin tried to jerk his hips harder, making Minho chuckle a little. "You're so eager tonight," he commented before leaning back against the bed, letting his head rest on the pillow.
Taemin grinned as he moved, waiting for him to get settled before lifting his hips and then pushing back down hard onto Minho's cock. He moaned loudly, his head rolling back slightly. Minho gripped Taemin's hips tighter, pushing up to meet the maknae, spiking the pleasure for both of them.
Starting a slow rhythm, Taemin rolled his hips against Minho's hard cock, making the older man moan beneath him. He couldn't help but push up into the maknae because it felt so good. "Taemin," he moaned, feeling like the slow pace was going to drive him mad. He pushed his hips up harder, making Taemin gasp and still for a moment before looking down at him to smile.
"Mmmm, Minho hyung. Harder," he moaned as if that thrust had felt incredible to him, and Minho knew he'd hit Taemin's sweet spot. He smirked and jerked his hips up again, making Taemin moan louder. he wasn't really worried because he knew they were alone for now. Taemin bit his lip, eyebrows furrowing slightly as Minho rocked up into him. "Hyung," he moaned shakily, his voice starting to sound more desperate as he quickened the pace of his own hips.
As Taemin's milky, soft thighs crashed down against Minho, his cock sinking into the maknae's ass over and over, Minho felt pleasure quickly building up in his body. Taemin's head was tilted back in pleasure, making it easy for Minho to see the curve of his neck, his adam's apple bobbing as he breathed heavily. Minho felt the sight sinking into him, turning on every part of his body and he thrust up hard into the maknae, making him gasp in shock. Taemin's body hunched forward, his face hovering over Minho as his breath came out harsh and heavy. He never stopped moving his hips though, seemingly lost in the sensations his body was going through.
"Hyung," he said desperately, and then repeated it. Over and over, each time he came down on Minho's cock. It made Minho feel the word crawl up his skin, leaving tingles everywhere in its path.
"Taemin," he almost growled, feeling the need in his cock to orgasm. "Fuck, Taemin. Faster," he said as he thrust up into him again.
Their pace only rose higher, the sweat clinging to their skin, the sound of Taemin's ass smacking against Minho's thighs rang in his ears. Minho gasped and arched into the maknae as he came, holding his hips up as his seed shot out, filling him completely. Taemin rolled his hips against him a couple more times as Minho's hand moved to finish him off, jerking his penis in a quick, direct manner that had the maknae shivering as he came on Minho's chest.
Taking a deep breath, Taemin pulled himself off of Minho and fell down next to his side. "Thanks, Minho hyung," he said with his lips curled up into a pleased smile. "That was so much fun." It made Minho smile back at him, moving a hand over to trace against his side.
"You're welcome," he answered before reaching down to grab his sheets, using them to wipe the both of them off a little before turning closer to Taemin. "Going to sleep here?" he asked, smiling at Taemin, who now had his eyes closed.
"Isn't that okay?" Taemin questioned in a sleepy voice that indicated he was already letting himself drift off.
"Of course," Minho couldn't really say no to the maknae. He never could. Not for sex, and not for something like this either. But then again, they were both things he really enjoyed, so why would he ever want to say no?
Pairing: Minho/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, after shower sex.
Summary: Taemin and Minho are alone and Taemin is feeling particularly needy.
Word Count: 2,642
Notes: Written for gaypop. Yes, there is a POV switch, but it happens so close to the beginning and I don't think it's really a bad thing. I hope you enjoy! :D
Licking his lips, Taemin pulled his robe a little tighter around himself before knocking on the door Minho shared with Jonghyun. "Yeah," came the voice of the rapper, and Taemin smirked a little.
"Minho hyung, are you alone?" he asked the question even though he knew Jonghyun was out, just like the other two. Still, there was the possibility that someone else had come over. Taemin had been in the shower after all. He ran a hand through his damp hair, wondering if he would end up just getting dirty again. Actually, that was kind of his goal.
"Yeah," came the automatic answer, quickly followed by a, "Come in, Taemin."
Suppressing a grin, Taemin opened the door and stepped into the room, shutting it behind him. Minho looked up as he entered the room, his eyebrows quirking when he saw Taemin in the long, fluffy, cream colored robe.
"Shower?" He asked while switching the arm weight he had to his other hand.
"Yeah. I feel really refreshed now," Taemin said softly, running a hand over the material of the robe, fiddling with the belt because he hadn't really thought things out before coming in and he wasn't sure what his next move should be.
"Taemin," Minho said after a second, and the maknae looked up at him with questioning eyes. "Are you naked under there?"
A smile slowly spread across Taemin's face and he nodded. "Yes, I am."
As Minho set down his weight, it making a small thud on the floor when he released it, a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. His eyes seemed to ignite as he watched Taemin move over towards the desk, pulling himself up to sit on his edge. The robe fell just perfectly to teasingly show off about half of Taemin's right thigh, the rest of it hidden in darkness under the cloth.
The robe seemed to be teasing Minho, challenging him, and he never backed down from a challenge. Not ever. Smirking, Minho stood from the edge of his bed and moved closer to Taemin, who simply watched him in anticipation. He felt like an animal stalking closer to its prey, willing prey, in the form of the band's beautiful maknae. Minho didn't think he'd ever turn the younger man down. He didn't know why anyone would.
As soon as he was standing in front of the younger man, Minho reached out and slid his hand into the opening at Taemin's chest, wrapping his finger around the material before slowly sliding his hand down, pulling the materials lightly so that it loosened against him. "You didn't want to get dressed before coming to see me, Taemin?" Minho asked, his voice low, his tone questioning even though they both knew what was going on. Taemin licked his lips as he watched Minho put his next thought into words. "Actually, you never told me what it is you wanted." Minho's voice was low by now, his fingers slipping into the material enough to slide across the skin between Taemin's ribcage.
"Hyung," Taemin whined, knowing that Minho knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew Minho wanted it too.
Smiling Minho leaned in and brushed his lips across Taemin's. "I'm glad you came here first."
Taemin smiled in return and Minho pressed his lips against him a little harder. Stepping closer, Minho moved between Taemin's legs. Lowering his hands, he pressed them against the maknae's hips, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Taemin moaned and parted his lips easily for Minho to slip his tongue in. Squeezing his hands against Taemin's hips, Minho pulled his body forward against him, making Taemin moan and wrap his arms around Minho's neck, pulling himself closer.
Moving one of his hands, Minho lowered it to Taemin's leg and slowly slid it up the inside of his thigh. Taemin moaned into Minho's mouth, raising his legs and pressing them against Minho's sides. Minho felt his body tense as Taemin leaned into him. He wanted to keep moving his hand up, to wrap it around Taemin's penis, but he stopped, pulling back and stepping away from him. Taemin moaned softly in protest.
"I want to see you," Minho stated, moving his eyes over Taemin suggestively. At those words the pout on Taemin's mouth disappeared to be replaced by a playful smile.
"I was hoping you would." Taemin was all smiles as he stood and slowly started to uncoil the belt, pulling the loose knot out. After that it was all too easy for him to just move his shoulders, causing the robe to billow to the floor. Minho didn't pay much more attention to the robe though, instead letting his eyes devour the maknae's body, taking in his smooth, creamy skin and his semi-hard cock that practically begged for Minho to touch it. Taemin bit his lip as Minho stared at him, a shy blush crossing his features despite his obvious attempts to be confident. It was something that turned Minho on even more though, that sort of naturalness.
"Come here, Taemin," Minho said, his voice all soft and deep, and Taemin smiled widely before walking over and then Minho arms were around him, pulling his naked body flush against him. Taemin moaned as their lips crashed together and Minho only held him tighter, his finger digging into the small of his back.
"Minho," Taemin moaned, his voice shaking slightly with the strain of his arousal. "I want you," he added breathlessly as he pressed forward against Minho, making the older man's body tighten with desire.
Leaning back, Minho smiled before running his tongue across his lips. "Now, undress me," Minho commanded in a soft, but firm tone. Taemin smirked a little, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth before moving his hands to grasp Minho's sleeveless tank.
"Okay, hyung," he said in a low voice that made Minho think his arousal and his comfortableness level were rising, something Minho didn't mind at all. Taemin's hands felt teasing as they slowly pulled his shirt over his head. His fingers traced down Minho's chest as they made a line to his pants. Leaning forward, Taemin locked his lips onto Minho's chest, kissing over to one of his nipples before slipping his tongue out to tease it as he slowly unbuttoned Minho pants.
Groaning deeply, Minho rocked his hips forward. "Come on Taemin," he said, frustration just barely starting to lace his voice because the maknae was good at turning him on, and he felt ready to have those hands on his penis too. Minho saw the smirk form on Taemin's lips in response to the plea from his hyung, but he didn't tease much longer, pulling Minho's pants down his hips, taking his underwear with them. Minho quickly kicked them off his feet and Taemin's hand was moving to wrap around his cock before he could even say anything.
Taemin's hand gently squeezed Minho's hardening cock in his hand before pulling up and down the length. Minho moaned and moved a hand behind Taemin's head to guide their mouths back together. Their tongues slid along each other as Taemin stroked him completely to life, Minho rocking forward against his hand as his body started to feel ready for more.
"Come on Taeminnie," he voiced before stepping back, pulling the maknae with him. Hearing his name like that made Taemin's lips twitch a little, but Minho was picking at him and Taemin knew it. Minho moved all the way back to the bed before letting go of Taemin. He scooted back on it and held his hands back out for Taemin. Reaching out for them, Taemin's fingers wound between Minho's as he crawled onto the bed, straddling Minho's legs.
As they started kissing again, Minho moved his free hand out to trail down Taemin's side and then behind his back to pull him closer until Taemin's cock was pressing into Minho's stomach. Pulling back, Taemin gave Minho a curious look. "Hyung?" He asked questioningly.
Simply smiling, Minho slipped his hand back around Taemin to slide up his stomach to his chest then his neck, eventually stopping to press a finger against his mouth. Taemin slowly wrapped his lips around the digit, flicking his tongue at the tip. He seemed curious about what Minho was thinking, but still went along because he knew that Minho wouldn't hold out on him.
Sucking gently on Minho's fingers as Minho pushed in two more, Taemin rocked his hips forward against Minho, moaning when his cock rubbed against him. Reaching down, Taemin wrapped his fingers around Minho's cock. They weren't long or short really and they weren't too thin or too thick. Taemin's fingers always felt good on his cock. It was a smooth hand, one without very many callouses, not as rough as some other men's hands would be, but not a soft as a woman's.
Pulling his fingers out of Taemin's mouth, Minho tapped his thigh with his other hand. "Raise up some," he instructed. It only took Taemin a second to nod, pressing his knees into the bed to support his weight as Minho slipped his hand under him. Taemin gasped as one of Minho's fingers brushed against his entrance.
As he slowly pushed a finger in, Minho leaned forward and pressed his lips against Taemin's chest. He trailed slow kisses across it as he started to pump his finger in and out of the maknae's ass. Taemin made a noise of discomfort in his throat as he grew accustomed to the way it felt. Tilting his face up, Minho caught Taemin's lips to kiss him deeply. Taemin's arms moved around his shoulder as he slowly added a second finger, stretching Taemin open for his penis. After a moment, Taemin started rocking against his fingers, moaning and Minho knew he was looking for Minho to hit that sweet spot inside of him.
"Minho," Taemin whined, pressing down against his fingers harder, moving his hands to grasp his shoulders as he held himself up. "Harder," he moaned needily, making Minho feel ready to give him more. Instead of pushing his fingers in harder though, Minho pulled them out.
Making a noise of protest, Taemin looked and Minho, his lips pouting slightly as he frowned. "I want you on my cock, Taemin. I want to watch you ride me."
Biting his lower lip, Taemin's features wavered slightly and Minho could tell he thought it sounded sexy too. Nodding, Taemin moved his hand down to stroke Minho's cock again as he slid forward, moving his body over it. Minho was still sitting up, so their bodies were pressed flush against each other as Taemin started to lower himself down until the tip of Minho's cock was against his entrance. He moaned at the way his cock slid against Minho's body.
Taemin's lips parted as he started pushing himself down onto Minho's cock, something that made Minho's blood rush as he looked at his their plump perfection. A gasp slipped from the maknae's mouth and Minho leaned forward to kiss him lightly, something the made the younger man open his eyes and smile. "It feels so good, Minho," he said in a quiet voice that sounded really cute to the rapper.
As Taemin sank further onto his cock, Minho moaned deep in his throat and moved his hands to press against Taemin's hips, practicing all his self control to keep from pressing up into the maknae while he was still getting accustomed to the size. Once Taemin had completely sat on his dick, Minho grasped his hips a little tighter and then pushed up, making Taemin moan loudly as his body was pushed slightly into the air. "Move, Taemin," Minho told him gruffly, his cock aching for more.
The maknae started moving his hips forward and back against Minho, his movements limited because of how Minho was sitting up, but it also felt really good being able to feel his cock rubbing against Minho's hard abs. Moaning, Taemin tried to jerk his hips harder, making Minho chuckle a little. "You're so eager tonight," he commented before leaning back against the bed, letting his head rest on the pillow.
Taemin grinned as he moved, waiting for him to get settled before lifting his hips and then pushing back down hard onto Minho's cock. He moaned loudly, his head rolling back slightly. Minho gripped Taemin's hips tighter, pushing up to meet the maknae, spiking the pleasure for both of them.
Starting a slow rhythm, Taemin rolled his hips against Minho's hard cock, making the older man moan beneath him. He couldn't help but push up into the maknae because it felt so good. "Taemin," he moaned, feeling like the slow pace was going to drive him mad. He pushed his hips up harder, making Taemin gasp and still for a moment before looking down at him to smile.
"Mmmm, Minho hyung. Harder," he moaned as if that thrust had felt incredible to him, and Minho knew he'd hit Taemin's sweet spot. He smirked and jerked his hips up again, making Taemin moan louder. he wasn't really worried because he knew they were alone for now. Taemin bit his lip, eyebrows furrowing slightly as Minho rocked up into him. "Hyung," he moaned shakily, his voice starting to sound more desperate as he quickened the pace of his own hips.
As Taemin's milky, soft thighs crashed down against Minho, his cock sinking into the maknae's ass over and over, Minho felt pleasure quickly building up in his body. Taemin's head was tilted back in pleasure, making it easy for Minho to see the curve of his neck, his adam's apple bobbing as he breathed heavily. Minho felt the sight sinking into him, turning on every part of his body and he thrust up hard into the maknae, making him gasp in shock. Taemin's body hunched forward, his face hovering over Minho as his breath came out harsh and heavy. He never stopped moving his hips though, seemingly lost in the sensations his body was going through.
"Hyung," he said desperately, and then repeated it. Over and over, each time he came down on Minho's cock. It made Minho feel the word crawl up his skin, leaving tingles everywhere in its path.
"Taemin," he almost growled, feeling the need in his cock to orgasm. "Fuck, Taemin. Faster," he said as he thrust up into him again.
Their pace only rose higher, the sweat clinging to their skin, the sound of Taemin's ass smacking against Minho's thighs rang in his ears. Minho gasped and arched into the maknae as he came, holding his hips up as his seed shot out, filling him completely. Taemin rolled his hips against him a couple more times as Minho's hand moved to finish him off, jerking his penis in a quick, direct manner that had the maknae shivering as he came on Minho's chest.
Taking a deep breath, Taemin pulled himself off of Minho and fell down next to his side. "Thanks, Minho hyung," he said with his lips curled up into a pleased smile. "That was so much fun." It made Minho smile back at him, moving a hand over to trace against his side.
"You're welcome," he answered before reaching down to grab his sheets, using them to wipe the both of them off a little before turning closer to Taemin. "Going to sleep here?" he asked, smiling at Taemin, who now had his eyes closed.
"Isn't that okay?" Taemin questioned in a sleepy voice that indicated he was already letting himself drift off.
"Of course," Minho couldn't really say no to the maknae. He never could. Not for sex, and not for something like this either. But then again, they were both things he really enjoyed, so why would he ever want to say no?