Those Pants
Taemin couldn't lie. He really liked the pants.
Sure, they were revealing-very revealing-with horizontal slits all the way down in the back starting not even finger-length down, they were still tight as ever, but even thought they were supposed to be flashier than anything, they were quite airy, allowing him to cool down what with the constant, tiring dancing. Air flowed to the exposed bits and allowed the heated skin some relief, and he appreciated that, considering that most of the time he was left to peel his pants off at the end of the night (or Minho did, depending) because his legs were no less than soaked with sweat.
The pants were good for him.
They weren't good, however, for Minho.
If there was one trait Taemin could praise his hyung for, it was professionalism. They'd gone through an entire red carpet event plus a performance and were in the van on the way home before he gave any indication that Taemin's wardrobe was affecting him.
Taemin sat next to him (naturally) in the back, Jonghyun and Key in the next row, Onew riding shotgun, because he was leader and all. Taemin had his legs drawn up to his chest with his cell phone balanced on top of his knees, playing one of the tedious-but still oh-so-addicting-games programmed in, eyes slightly drooping, fully unaware of how tense his hyung was beside him.
It started with Minho's hand on Taemin's knee, which was comfortably affectionate enough; Taemin found himself smiling down at his screen in the beginning. The hand moved, however, slow and stealthy enough to raise the hairs on the back of the dancer's neck.
He barely suppressed a squeak of surprise when it trailed around to the back of his leg and slipped his fingers under the first few slits, palm pressing on the larger gap of exposed skin just lower than his pert little ass.
Taemin shook with nerves and anticipation, jumping when he felt Minho's lips at his ear.
"Meet me in the bedroom when we get home."
Well. That was straightforward.
Yeah, it turned him on quite a bit.
He shivered and nodded.
The rapper removed his hand, folded his arms, and stared out the window for the rest of the ride.
Taemin could no longer bring himself to focus on stacking the scoops of ice cream on his phone, heat coiling in his stomach with what he knew would be waiting for him at home.
Thankfully, the oldest three members seated themselves in the kitchen for a late dinner, so Minho simply walked straight past them to their room, giving Taemin a final heavy glance before he turned down the hall.
The maknae wasn't as lucky, however, with Key's protective eyes on him at all times.
"Taemin-ah," The man called from the table, noticing him trying to sneak by.
"Y-yes, hyung?" His stomach fluttered with nerves.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Key looked at him pointedly.
"I'm not very hungry, hyung." Taemin knew he would regret not eating soon enough, but he had more pressing matters at hand as it was.
"All right," The three at the table turned their attention back to their dinner.
The maknae sighed with relief and found himself nearly sprinting down the hall to the members' shared room.
Biting his lip, trembling, he turned the knob and habitually locked it from the inside as soon as it was open. He nearly flipped the light switch on, but decided against it at the last second, peering into the room for the rapper.
His heart pounded and his skin crawled as he stepped further into the room.
"Minho-hyung?" He called softly.
Taemin gasped as his upper arm was pulled and his body was twisted around and slammed into the wall just beside the door. Before he had a chance to react, to talk, to breathe, to think, Minho's mouth was crushed into his, tongue taking full advantage of the gasp as he ravaged the inside of his mouth.
The redhead moaned at the intrusion, trying to take part in the movement but easily getting overpowered as the taller male pressed him into the wall using his entire body, arms pinned up beside his head.
Heat was dripping from Minho's pores, chest flush against the dancer's and hips seeking friction that Taemin was eager to give, bucking his hips and grinding them together with precise, skilled movements that only further exemplified how great of a dancer he was, to be honing his talents right here on Minho's body.
The older boy's hands were acting as shackles to Taemin's, fingers bruising his wrists as the fire flared in the all-but nonexistent space between their already-overheated bodies.
Taemin struggled, feeling lightheaded as Minho devoured him, leaving him helpless, but willing, oh fucking god so willing. He wanted his hands on Minho, roaming over sweat-moistened skin and ripping at clothes that hid that perfect body from his view, his grasp, his red-lined fingernail paths, wanted to wrap his fingers around the taller boy's cock and flick his wrist in perfected timing so that he could watch that face contort in pleasure and lips split from being bitten so hard. He wanted skin on skin and for noises of pure ecstasy to pierce through the air around them as Minho took him, fucked him, marked him as his own until he exploded from the sensation.
"Hyung," He panted as the taller boy broke away from him for a much-needed but less-desired breath.
"What?" Minho's voice was no less than a low rumble, making Taemin's hips push forward and roll against his of their own accord, because damn there was no sound that could shoot straight to his arousal quite like Minho's voice overlaid with pure fucking lust.
"Hands, hyung," He forced out, moving his wrists against in their hold.
The older claimed his lips again, and Taemin's entire system shut down for just a second. He didn't even know Minho released his wrists, leaving them dangling lifelessly next to his head, until hungry fingers raked down his back.
Taemin squeezed his eyes shut, drowning in the feeling of Minho's teeth closing over his lower lip and pulling back just far enough for his nerve endings to spark to life.
He was too hot. His forehead was already glistening with sweat and his fiery red hair stuck to his skin. He hastily fisted the hem of his own shirt and pulled it over his head, taking the precious moment of air before knotting his hands roughly in the shaggy dark brown hair and forcing his head back down to his level.
And just like that, Taemin was consumed under Minho.
The rapper left no inch of his exposed skin untouched, deft fingers and talented hands mapping across every bit with fervor, moving with intention as if his life depended on the contact of his skin to Taemin's chest, the flat stomach contracting under his touch as waves of need pulled him further and further under.
Their kiss was hardly even that anymore, less lips meeting lips and more tongues, more teeth, more labored breaths and wet heat that made them crave so much more.
Minho was even harder than Taemin, he realized, his length pressing into Taemin's as he jerked his hips forward without the grace Taemin had but with twice the dominance and three times the possessiveness that drove the maknae absolutely insane and made the dancer choke on his own air.
The older trailed his hot mouth down his pale neck, sucking on the pulse point and throwing Taemin into a delicious spiral of "fuck, hyung, more", before moving to his collarbone and biting down harshly.
Taemin breathed in a sharp gasp, the pain streaking through his body and landing in between his legs.
Minho's hands squeezed his protruding hip bones unforgivingly, nipping a red, blotchy trail down his chest to his dusky nipple, pulling it into his mouth and between his teeth. Taemin's fingers tugged at his hair even harder, palms pushing his head down firmly so Minho would know to stay there and never ever move so he could continue to cause little uncontrollable whimpers to fall from abused lips as his eyes roll back in his head.
"H-hyung," He choked, brows knitting together, limbs almost numb, dick straining painfully beneath the zipper of his pants.
Minho's lips curved into a smirk around his hardened nub, tongue giving one more swipe that rippled through Taemin's spine and tore something close to a scream from his lungs.
Face reddening from embarrassment at the decidedly un-masculine noises he was always making in his state, Taemin's hands grappled at the fabric of Minho's shirt and struggled to get a good enough hold to get it up off his body.
He swallowed thickly as Minho straightened, that torso and those muscles and damn how did he ever get so lucky to claim that body as his?
His tingling fingers ran from Minho's strong shoulders to his firm chest, hungrily drinking in the sight with inky black eyes darkened from the ache for more friction, for more movement, for his body to bent in half underneath him or on his hands and knees as Minho pushed into him and when he glanced up into the other, he saw the exact same scenarios playing behind Minho's eyes because fuck yes they both wanted this.
Suddenly, before he even made sense of what he was doing, Taemin had Minho against the wall as he scrambled to his knees.
"Oh fuck, Taemin," Minho's had only gotten more throaty, more gravelly, and Taemin shuddered, one hand coming down to unbutton his own pants to slightly alleviate the strain on his painfully hard cock while the other hastily undid Minho's belt, made quick work of his zipper, and pulled pants and boxers down past his knees.
He exhaled an unsteady breath as he was eye-level with Minho's impossibly erect dick.
Minho groaned from above him, hands coming to thread in Taemin's hair.
The dancer didn't waste any time from then on, firmly holding down Minho's hip with one hand while the fingers of his other circled the base of his cock. He bit his lip once, teasingly plumping it for Minho to see, before taking the head into his mouth and giving a hard suck.
Minho let out a sound like a hybrid of a moan and Taemin's name, and a shiver went through the younger's body and he got ten times more eager to be doing this, to be the one causing Minho to groan and twitch underneath his discretion.
His tongue teased over every inch of the thick, heavy member he could reach, head bobbing relentlessly, breathing harsh through his nose as he tasted skin and bitter pre-cum and unique Minho, better than anything he could ever imagine.
The older boy's hips jerked under Taemin's lax grip, cock sliding down further and there was no denying that it hurt as his throat closed and spasmed, air cutting short and lungs compressing as his gag reflex was triggered and he instinctively wanted nothing more than to expel the intrusion from his mouth… But then he looked up with little tears in the corners of his eyes and he saw Minho's face screwed up and his eyes shut so tightly and his neck stretched upward with a light sheen of sweat, tendons flexing as he swallowed. His blunt nails scraped over his scalp and the dancer found himself taking the other boy down to the hilt to have the satisfaction of seeing those full lips part and release a few shallow breaths as his brow furrowed even more.
"Taemin… Taemin…" He panted, cracking dark eyes and peering down under his lashes at the younger, who met his gaze as his cheeks hollowed and he continued to suck until his cheeks were sore, lips then releasing him and closing over the most sensitive spots of the shaft separately, hand pumping the length.
"Mmm," The younger sighed in pleasure as Minho tugged at his hair. It took another moment for him to realize what the older wanted, and he rose back up to his feet.
Minho's gaze was like pure fire as he stared straight through Taemin for a few bated seconds, both breathing rapidly and heavily, before swooping down to take his lips once more.
This time, Taemin took full part in fighting back, slick muscles curling together and exploring the entirety of each other's mouths, teeth sloppily biting at whatever was there to reach, hands wandering with full purpose over bare skin of chests, of necks, of backs, of stomachs, of hips until there was not a single bit that was untouched.
Everything suddenly seemed to move more slowly around them as their pace quickened, Minho's fingers prying Taemin's pants and boxers down just far enough for him to step out of. Taemin shook with anticipation as he waited for Minho to do the same, leaving both flushed and overheated bodies naked and standing beside the door of their bedroom.
"Taemin," The name rolled off Minho's tongue as he closed the distance between their bodies again and turned them so Taemin was once against the wall.
The redhead hissed with desire. This. This had been the friction he was looking for, the smooth feel of skin and heaving chests and rock-hard cocks pressed between them. His eyes shut and he fought to catch his breath as Minho's hands moved over his waist, one clutching his sensitive hip bone and the other going lower, teasing over the skin around his member, hooking his thin leg under the knee and hiking it up around his waist.
"Your legs," He growled, mouth at his ear, words burning against his earlobe.
Taemin whimpered and clawed at Minho's shoulder blades so he wouldn't fall to the ground right there, because his limbs were turning to jelly from the pleasure of their arousals rubbing together and he was about to fucking lose it.
The elder's fingers fanned out at the bottom of his thigh, letting the pale, fleshy skin in the gaps as he squeezed none-too-gently. "I fucking love your legs in those pants." His teeth closed around the shell of his ear.
Taemin gave a low groan and his pulsing body and throbbing cock forced him to begging. "Minho-hyung… hyung… please…"
The rapper's touch trailed up and down his creamy thigh, teasing the skin covered in goosebumps, stroking and running over it with his nails and lightly pinching just for the shock value it had on Taemin every single time, making him start and squeak and then whine in the back of his throat because in actuality it felt really fucking good.
"What do you want, baby?" He asked huskily, tip of his tongue brushing the space under his ear.
"You, hyung, please-just-please-" He was too far gone to be coherent. He needed Minho inside him, needed to feel that thick length between his walls and the tip at his spot and those lips sucking at his neck while he screwed him senseless. He needed this.
Minho pulled at his wrist, signaling to relocate to the beds-usually Onew-hyung's, poor guy-but Taemin looked at him pleadingly and shook his head.
He needed this now.
"Right here, hyung, just do it." He panted, trying to lean up to kiss him, but only succeeding in a swipe of his tongue on his upper lip and a nip to the bottom one.
"The lube is-"
"I don't care, hyung, just fuck me!" He yelled, voice more than desperate, hand fisting in his hair and dragging his mouth down to his for another one of those sloppy, unrestrained kisses that made the Earth stop beneath their feet.
"Wrap your legs around me, Taemin," There was definite command in Minho's voice that seeped straight into the channels of the dancer's nerves, sending a violent shiver down his spine.
He complied without question, feeling impatient and on edge and nervous because one wrong move in that position could send them straight to the ground.
And then his cock twitched and rubbed against Minho's stomach and he simply stopped thinking altogether.
Minho panted into his neck, breath blowing on the sensitive bruises he'd marked there earlier; Taemin was sure he'd never wanted Minho as much as he did right then.
Hands braced on either of his thighs, lips parted and hot tongue licking along Taemin's keening throat, Minho pushed inside the younger's unprepared entrance.
Taemin screamed and threw his head back against the wall because fuck that part always hurt beyond belief. His heart pounded and he was near hyperventilation because how uneven his breathing was, and still he wanted more, more of this, more of everything he knew Minho could give him and wanted to give him.
"Fuck, Taemin," Minho said, sounding strained with restraint, and the feeling of his palms kneading and fingers digging into his thighs was almost enough to make up for the pain.
"Move, hyung, move," He choked out, relaxing as best he could.
Minho didn't need to be told twice. This was what he'd been seeking for Taemin could only guess how long, what Taemin had wanted ever since the first touch in the car and those whispered words of hinting that could never measure up to the actual intensity of what they did to each other.
They weren't going to waste a second.
Taemin clung onto Minho's shoulders for dear life and buried his face into his arm, mewling as the pain mixed with pleasure at every jerk of his hips.
"Taemin," Minho gasped, one hand raising to cradle his jaw, eyes half-lidded with unspeakable feeling, "You're-ah-you're-"
He never finished his sentence, because Taemin kissed him, initiating the same animalistic war of lips that they'd shared before, uncoordinated and raw and fucking perfect as they indulged in the sensations only the other could give.
The redhead broke the kiss as he cried out, head banging on the wall and adding to the white dots of light in his vision because goddamn he always forgot how flawless Minho's aim was-the bastard only had to take a few tries and never had to awkwardly shift angles to make Taemin's body spasm with pleasure, because he already fucking knew where his spot was and he hit it perfectly every.goddamn.time and Taemin would have resented it a lot more if it didn't drive him absolutely crazy in bliss.
"Minho!" His voice broke out from the string of profanities and indefinable moans as his hips rolled against Minho's cock and buried it deeper into his body, this new position bringing their self-control to the very brink.
"Taemin-I'm close-" His hold on Taemin's thighs was so tight it was painful, only adding to Taemin's personal list of things that were about to throw him straight over the edge, because it was a little known fact (known only by Minho, actually), but the cutie little maknae liked it rough.
He shuddered and nodded, ankles locking around Minho's muscular back, his own back hitting and sliding on the wall with every move, progressively harder and faster and oh shit better. He fisted a hand in his hair and pressed their mouths together, fierce and rough and unrestrained as they were nearing the end and wanted nothing more than release.
The older boy's hips snapped up in a timeless rhythm and Taemin's hips ground down to meet them at his own pace and god it was so good when they finally got in sync and Taemin's body was thrust into the wall behind them and they were probably making a lot of noise, but they didn't notice and they didn't care as they were swallowed into their own world, music of pants and moans and grunts and whimpers and skin slapping together filling their ears as their other senses were overwhelmed entirely.
Minho pushed his chest forward and rolled his body against Taemin's; the dancer felt the dips and ridges of his toned abs rippling against his rigid erection.
He moaned and saw stars and Minho did it again, timing it perfectly with a hit of the head of his blunt cock to his prostate and Taemin found his release.
His hold on the other man tightened and his body shuddered and his vision went black with the dizzying sensation of spinning them coming to an abrupt stock as his seed spilled onto Minho's chest and he felt his body spark back to life with pure-bliss pins and needles from his head down through the tips of his fingers and toes.
Minho's body went static just as Taemin was coming down, muffling a rough groan into his collarbone as he released his heat into the younger.
The rapper picked up his head and they stared into each other's eyes, wearing matching sated but exhausted expression as they caught their breath.
Taemin licked dry lips and was caught off guard when Minho leaned forward and kissed him with all of the passion but none of the hunger as before.
The dancer felt himself slowly melting, body relaxing as Minho pulled out, keep him held up and wrapped around him.
"About those pants," Minho said mischievously in that low voice of his, hand stroking once again along the length of the back of his thigh and sinfully smearing the cum that rolled down.
Taemin flushed crimson, unable to meet Minho's amused eyes.
He lightly nipped at Taemin's marked neck and blew on the wet skin before finishing with, "You should wear them more often."
The younger squeaked with shyness and dropped his legs, picking up the clothes strewn across the floor before rushing to the shower.
The last thing he heard before locking the door behind him was Minho's low chuckle.
He was sure his skin was never going to go back to its normal shade, and he would never again be able to go in public wearing those pants.
A/N - Obviously, the pants in question are the ones in my icon XD
I always imagine 2Min to be really adorable and fluffy and huggable… and yet the first story I write about them is smut. OTL Why is this my life?
These pictures are what fuel my perverted thoughts of Taemin. Blame them.
You know, I've done the dressing room, a couch, and now standing up against a wall... one of these days I'm going to do something crazy like... write a pairing having sex in an actual bed. =_='
Anyway. I hope you liked it :)
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Sure, they were revealing-very revealing-with horizontal slits all the way down in the back starting not even finger-length down, they were still tight as ever, but even thought they were supposed to be flashier than anything, they were quite airy, allowing him to cool down what with the constant, tiring dancing. Air flowed to the exposed bits and allowed the heated skin some relief, and he appreciated that, considering that most of the time he was left to peel his pants off at the end of the night (or Minho did, depending) because his legs were no less than soaked with sweat.
The pants were good for him.
They weren't good, however, for Minho.
If there was one trait Taemin could praise his hyung for, it was professionalism. They'd gone through an entire red carpet event plus a performance and were in the van on the way home before he gave any indication that Taemin's wardrobe was affecting him.
Taemin sat next to him (naturally) in the back, Jonghyun and Key in the next row, Onew riding shotgun, because he was leader and all. Taemin had his legs drawn up to his chest with his cell phone balanced on top of his knees, playing one of the tedious-but still oh-so-addicting-games programmed in, eyes slightly drooping, fully unaware of how tense his hyung was beside him.
It started with Minho's hand on Taemin's knee, which was comfortably affectionate enough; Taemin found himself smiling down at his screen in the beginning. The hand moved, however, slow and stealthy enough to raise the hairs on the back of the dancer's neck.
He barely suppressed a squeak of surprise when it trailed around to the back of his leg and slipped his fingers under the first few slits, palm pressing on the larger gap of exposed skin just lower than his pert little ass.
Taemin shook with nerves and anticipation, jumping when he felt Minho's lips at his ear.
"Meet me in the bedroom when we get home."
Well. That was straightforward.
Yeah, it turned him on quite a bit.
He shivered and nodded.
The rapper removed his hand, folded his arms, and stared out the window for the rest of the ride.
Taemin could no longer bring himself to focus on stacking the scoops of ice cream on his phone, heat coiling in his stomach with what he knew would be waiting for him at home.
Thankfully, the oldest three members seated themselves in the kitchen for a late dinner, so Minho simply walked straight past them to their room, giving Taemin a final heavy glance before he turned down the hall.
The maknae wasn't as lucky, however, with Key's protective eyes on him at all times.
"Taemin-ah," The man called from the table, noticing him trying to sneak by.
"Y-yes, hyung?" His stomach fluttered with nerves.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Key looked at him pointedly.
"I'm not very hungry, hyung." Taemin knew he would regret not eating soon enough, but he had more pressing matters at hand as it was.
"All right," The three at the table turned their attention back to their dinner.
The maknae sighed with relief and found himself nearly sprinting down the hall to the members' shared room.
Biting his lip, trembling, he turned the knob and habitually locked it from the inside as soon as it was open. He nearly flipped the light switch on, but decided against it at the last second, peering into the room for the rapper.
His heart pounded and his skin crawled as he stepped further into the room.
"Minho-hyung?" He called softly.
Taemin gasped as his upper arm was pulled and his body was twisted around and slammed into the wall just beside the door. Before he had a chance to react, to talk, to breathe, to think, Minho's mouth was crushed into his, tongue taking full advantage of the gasp as he ravaged the inside of his mouth.
The redhead moaned at the intrusion, trying to take part in the movement but easily getting overpowered as the taller male pressed him into the wall using his entire body, arms pinned up beside his head.
Heat was dripping from Minho's pores, chest flush against the dancer's and hips seeking friction that Taemin was eager to give, bucking his hips and grinding them together with precise, skilled movements that only further exemplified how great of a dancer he was, to be honing his talents right here on Minho's body.
The older boy's hands were acting as shackles to Taemin's, fingers bruising his wrists as the fire flared in the all-but nonexistent space between their already-overheated bodies.
Taemin struggled, feeling lightheaded as Minho devoured him, leaving him helpless, but willing, oh fucking god so willing. He wanted his hands on Minho, roaming over sweat-moistened skin and ripping at clothes that hid that perfect body from his view, his grasp, his red-lined fingernail paths, wanted to wrap his fingers around the taller boy's cock and flick his wrist in perfected timing so that he could watch that face contort in pleasure and lips split from being bitten so hard. He wanted skin on skin and for noises of pure ecstasy to pierce through the air around them as Minho took him, fucked him, marked him as his own until he exploded from the sensation.
"Hyung," He panted as the taller boy broke away from him for a much-needed but less-desired breath.
"What?" Minho's voice was no less than a low rumble, making Taemin's hips push forward and roll against his of their own accord, because damn there was no sound that could shoot straight to his arousal quite like Minho's voice overlaid with pure fucking lust.
"Hands, hyung," He forced out, moving his wrists against in their hold.
The older claimed his lips again, and Taemin's entire system shut down for just a second. He didn't even know Minho released his wrists, leaving them dangling lifelessly next to his head, until hungry fingers raked down his back.
Taemin squeezed his eyes shut, drowning in the feeling of Minho's teeth closing over his lower lip and pulling back just far enough for his nerve endings to spark to life.
He was too hot. His forehead was already glistening with sweat and his fiery red hair stuck to his skin. He hastily fisted the hem of his own shirt and pulled it over his head, taking the precious moment of air before knotting his hands roughly in the shaggy dark brown hair and forcing his head back down to his level.
And just like that, Taemin was consumed under Minho.
The rapper left no inch of his exposed skin untouched, deft fingers and talented hands mapping across every bit with fervor, moving with intention as if his life depended on the contact of his skin to Taemin's chest, the flat stomach contracting under his touch as waves of need pulled him further and further under.
Their kiss was hardly even that anymore, less lips meeting lips and more tongues, more teeth, more labored breaths and wet heat that made them crave so much more.
Minho was even harder than Taemin, he realized, his length pressing into Taemin's as he jerked his hips forward without the grace Taemin had but with twice the dominance and three times the possessiveness that drove the maknae absolutely insane and made the dancer choke on his own air.
The older trailed his hot mouth down his pale neck, sucking on the pulse point and throwing Taemin into a delicious spiral of "fuck, hyung, more", before moving to his collarbone and biting down harshly.
Taemin breathed in a sharp gasp, the pain streaking through his body and landing in between his legs.
Minho's hands squeezed his protruding hip bones unforgivingly, nipping a red, blotchy trail down his chest to his dusky nipple, pulling it into his mouth and between his teeth. Taemin's fingers tugged at his hair even harder, palms pushing his head down firmly so Minho would know to stay there and never ever move so he could continue to cause little uncontrollable whimpers to fall from abused lips as his eyes roll back in his head.
"H-hyung," He choked, brows knitting together, limbs almost numb, dick straining painfully beneath the zipper of his pants.
Minho's lips curved into a smirk around his hardened nub, tongue giving one more swipe that rippled through Taemin's spine and tore something close to a scream from his lungs.
Face reddening from embarrassment at the decidedly un-masculine noises he was always making in his state, Taemin's hands grappled at the fabric of Minho's shirt and struggled to get a good enough hold to get it up off his body.
He swallowed thickly as Minho straightened, that torso and those muscles and damn how did he ever get so lucky to claim that body as his?
His tingling fingers ran from Minho's strong shoulders to his firm chest, hungrily drinking in the sight with inky black eyes darkened from the ache for more friction, for more movement, for his body to bent in half underneath him or on his hands and knees as Minho pushed into him and when he glanced up into the other, he saw the exact same scenarios playing behind Minho's eyes because fuck yes they both wanted this.
Suddenly, before he even made sense of what he was doing, Taemin had Minho against the wall as he scrambled to his knees.
"Oh fuck, Taemin," Minho's had only gotten more throaty, more gravelly, and Taemin shuddered, one hand coming down to unbutton his own pants to slightly alleviate the strain on his painfully hard cock while the other hastily undid Minho's belt, made quick work of his zipper, and pulled pants and boxers down past his knees.
He exhaled an unsteady breath as he was eye-level with Minho's impossibly erect dick.
Minho groaned from above him, hands coming to thread in Taemin's hair.
The dancer didn't waste any time from then on, firmly holding down Minho's hip with one hand while the fingers of his other circled the base of his cock. He bit his lip once, teasingly plumping it for Minho to see, before taking the head into his mouth and giving a hard suck.
Minho let out a sound like a hybrid of a moan and Taemin's name, and a shiver went through the younger's body and he got ten times more eager to be doing this, to be the one causing Minho to groan and twitch underneath his discretion.
His tongue teased over every inch of the thick, heavy member he could reach, head bobbing relentlessly, breathing harsh through his nose as he tasted skin and bitter pre-cum and unique Minho, better than anything he could ever imagine.
The older boy's hips jerked under Taemin's lax grip, cock sliding down further and there was no denying that it hurt as his throat closed and spasmed, air cutting short and lungs compressing as his gag reflex was triggered and he instinctively wanted nothing more than to expel the intrusion from his mouth… But then he looked up with little tears in the corners of his eyes and he saw Minho's face screwed up and his eyes shut so tightly and his neck stretched upward with a light sheen of sweat, tendons flexing as he swallowed. His blunt nails scraped over his scalp and the dancer found himself taking the other boy down to the hilt to have the satisfaction of seeing those full lips part and release a few shallow breaths as his brow furrowed even more.
"Taemin… Taemin…" He panted, cracking dark eyes and peering down under his lashes at the younger, who met his gaze as his cheeks hollowed and he continued to suck until his cheeks were sore, lips then releasing him and closing over the most sensitive spots of the shaft separately, hand pumping the length.
"Mmm," The younger sighed in pleasure as Minho tugged at his hair. It took another moment for him to realize what the older wanted, and he rose back up to his feet.
Minho's gaze was like pure fire as he stared straight through Taemin for a few bated seconds, both breathing rapidly and heavily, before swooping down to take his lips once more.
This time, Taemin took full part in fighting back, slick muscles curling together and exploring the entirety of each other's mouths, teeth sloppily biting at whatever was there to reach, hands wandering with full purpose over bare skin of chests, of necks, of backs, of stomachs, of hips until there was not a single bit that was untouched.
Everything suddenly seemed to move more slowly around them as their pace quickened, Minho's fingers prying Taemin's pants and boxers down just far enough for him to step out of. Taemin shook with anticipation as he waited for Minho to do the same, leaving both flushed and overheated bodies naked and standing beside the door of their bedroom.
"Taemin," The name rolled off Minho's tongue as he closed the distance between their bodies again and turned them so Taemin was once against the wall.
The redhead hissed with desire. This. This had been the friction he was looking for, the smooth feel of skin and heaving chests and rock-hard cocks pressed between them. His eyes shut and he fought to catch his breath as Minho's hands moved over his waist, one clutching his sensitive hip bone and the other going lower, teasing over the skin around his member, hooking his thin leg under the knee and hiking it up around his waist.
"Your legs," He growled, mouth at his ear, words burning against his earlobe.
Taemin whimpered and clawed at Minho's shoulder blades so he wouldn't fall to the ground right there, because his limbs were turning to jelly from the pleasure of their arousals rubbing together and he was about to fucking lose it.
The elder's fingers fanned out at the bottom of his thigh, letting the pale, fleshy skin in the gaps as he squeezed none-too-gently. "I fucking love your legs in those pants." His teeth closed around the shell of his ear.
Taemin gave a low groan and his pulsing body and throbbing cock forced him to begging. "Minho-hyung… hyung… please…"
The rapper's touch trailed up and down his creamy thigh, teasing the skin covered in goosebumps, stroking and running over it with his nails and lightly pinching just for the shock value it had on Taemin every single time, making him start and squeak and then whine in the back of his throat because in actuality it felt really fucking good.
"What do you want, baby?" He asked huskily, tip of his tongue brushing the space under his ear.
"You, hyung, please-just-please-" He was too far gone to be coherent. He needed Minho inside him, needed to feel that thick length between his walls and the tip at his spot and those lips sucking at his neck while he screwed him senseless. He needed this.
Minho pulled at his wrist, signaling to relocate to the beds-usually Onew-hyung's, poor guy-but Taemin looked at him pleadingly and shook his head.
He needed this now.
"Right here, hyung, just do it." He panted, trying to lean up to kiss him, but only succeeding in a swipe of his tongue on his upper lip and a nip to the bottom one.
"The lube is-"
"I don't care, hyung, just fuck me!" He yelled, voice more than desperate, hand fisting in his hair and dragging his mouth down to his for another one of those sloppy, unrestrained kisses that made the Earth stop beneath their feet.
"Wrap your legs around me, Taemin," There was definite command in Minho's voice that seeped straight into the channels of the dancer's nerves, sending a violent shiver down his spine.
He complied without question, feeling impatient and on edge and nervous because one wrong move in that position could send them straight to the ground.
And then his cock twitched and rubbed against Minho's stomach and he simply stopped thinking altogether.
Minho panted into his neck, breath blowing on the sensitive bruises he'd marked there earlier; Taemin was sure he'd never wanted Minho as much as he did right then.
Hands braced on either of his thighs, lips parted and hot tongue licking along Taemin's keening throat, Minho pushed inside the younger's unprepared entrance.
Taemin screamed and threw his head back against the wall because fuck that part always hurt beyond belief. His heart pounded and he was near hyperventilation because how uneven his breathing was, and still he wanted more, more of this, more of everything he knew Minho could give him and wanted to give him.
"Fuck, Taemin," Minho said, sounding strained with restraint, and the feeling of his palms kneading and fingers digging into his thighs was almost enough to make up for the pain.
"Move, hyung, move," He choked out, relaxing as best he could.
Minho didn't need to be told twice. This was what he'd been seeking for Taemin could only guess how long, what Taemin had wanted ever since the first touch in the car and those whispered words of hinting that could never measure up to the actual intensity of what they did to each other.
They weren't going to waste a second.
Taemin clung onto Minho's shoulders for dear life and buried his face into his arm, mewling as the pain mixed with pleasure at every jerk of his hips.
"Taemin," Minho gasped, one hand raising to cradle his jaw, eyes half-lidded with unspeakable feeling, "You're-ah-you're-"
He never finished his sentence, because Taemin kissed him, initiating the same animalistic war of lips that they'd shared before, uncoordinated and raw and fucking perfect as they indulged in the sensations only the other could give.
The redhead broke the kiss as he cried out, head banging on the wall and adding to the white dots of light in his vision because goddamn he always forgot how flawless Minho's aim was-the bastard only had to take a few tries and never had to awkwardly shift angles to make Taemin's body spasm with pleasure, because he already fucking knew where his spot was and he hit it perfectly every.goddamn.time and Taemin would have resented it a lot more if it didn't drive him absolutely crazy in bliss.
"Minho!" His voice broke out from the string of profanities and indefinable moans as his hips rolled against Minho's cock and buried it deeper into his body, this new position bringing their self-control to the very brink.
"Taemin-I'm close-" His hold on Taemin's thighs was so tight it was painful, only adding to Taemin's personal list of things that were about to throw him straight over the edge, because it was a little known fact (known only by Minho, actually), but the cutie little maknae liked it rough.
He shuddered and nodded, ankles locking around Minho's muscular back, his own back hitting and sliding on the wall with every move, progressively harder and faster and oh shit better. He fisted a hand in his hair and pressed their mouths together, fierce and rough and unrestrained as they were nearing the end and wanted nothing more than release.
The older boy's hips snapped up in a timeless rhythm and Taemin's hips ground down to meet them at his own pace and god it was so good when they finally got in sync and Taemin's body was thrust into the wall behind them and they were probably making a lot of noise, but they didn't notice and they didn't care as they were swallowed into their own world, music of pants and moans and grunts and whimpers and skin slapping together filling their ears as their other senses were overwhelmed entirely.
Minho pushed his chest forward and rolled his body against Taemin's; the dancer felt the dips and ridges of his toned abs rippling against his rigid erection.
He moaned and saw stars and Minho did it again, timing it perfectly with a hit of the head of his blunt cock to his prostate and Taemin found his release.
His hold on the other man tightened and his body shuddered and his vision went black with the dizzying sensation of spinning them coming to an abrupt stock as his seed spilled onto Minho's chest and he felt his body spark back to life with pure-bliss pins and needles from his head down through the tips of his fingers and toes.
Minho's body went static just as Taemin was coming down, muffling a rough groan into his collarbone as he released his heat into the younger.
The rapper picked up his head and they stared into each other's eyes, wearing matching sated but exhausted expression as they caught their breath.
Taemin licked dry lips and was caught off guard when Minho leaned forward and kissed him with all of the passion but none of the hunger as before.
The dancer felt himself slowly melting, body relaxing as Minho pulled out, keep him held up and wrapped around him.
"About those pants," Minho said mischievously in that low voice of his, hand stroking once again along the length of the back of his thigh and sinfully smearing the cum that rolled down.
Taemin flushed crimson, unable to meet Minho's amused eyes.
He lightly nipped at Taemin's marked neck and blew on the wet skin before finishing with, "You should wear them more often."
The younger squeaked with shyness and dropped his legs, picking up the clothes strewn across the floor before rushing to the shower.
The last thing he heard before locking the door behind him was Minho's low chuckle.
He was sure his skin was never going to go back to its normal shade, and he would never again be able to go in public wearing those pants.
A/N - Obviously, the pants in question are the ones in my icon XD
I always imagine 2Min to be really adorable and fluffy and huggable… and yet the first story I write about them is smut. OTL Why is this my life?
These pictures are what fuel my perverted thoughts of Taemin. Blame them.
You know, I've done the dressing room, a couch, and now standing up against a wall... one of these days I'm going to do something crazy like... write a pairing having sex in an actual bed. =_='
Anyway. I hope you liked it :)
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