Haze
Title: Haze
Pairing: 2min
Length: 898 words
Rating: R
Genre: mention of drug use, kind of but not really smut
Summary: It was all Minho's fault, really.
“Taemin.” Minho called out quietly, chest rising and falling hastily.
The teen in mention smirked against his boyfriend’s neck, trailing a hand down his torso and grasping the bulge in the elder’s pants. His hair tickled the slightly built chest underneath him as he moved and he smiled cockily when it earned him an arch into his hand. They both breathed in greedily. It was misty and smelled stale in the room but they disregarded it, only focused on each other.
“Yes, hyung?”
“Is it -Is it smart to be doing this?”
Taemin laughed breathily, causing a flurry of goosebumps to emerge on the skin of Minho’s collarbones. It was amazing what he could do to Minho -what he could make him feel -without really trying.
“Why not?”
“It’s just. We’ve never gone this far before -"
“And now we’re going to.” He sounded pretty resolute.
Minho grabbed Taemin’s hand and pulled it away from the fly of his jeans, which caused his younger boyfriend to lean up on arms and eye him questioningly. He could just barely make out the boy in the dim orange light filing in from the slightly cracked door of Taemin’s bedroom. The air was stifling and stinging their eyes. They had no choice but to let it clear out.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” It was said more to himself than to the boy on top of him. He couldn’t take advantage of Taemin like this. Not when he clearly wasn’t thinking straight. “You’re high. Hell, I’m high. We’re going to do something stupid if we don’t stop now.”
“I’m telling you that I don’t care. I want this. Plus I’m not even that high. I only smoked a blunt or two.” He rolled his eyes and peered down at Minho expectantly. “This is your fault anyway. You gave it to me.”
Yes, regrettably so.
Minho, being the careful and far less rash one in the relationship (save for some occasions, like earlier), looked away and began to weigh his options sensibly. He could go along with the irresponsible decision to screw his incredibly-high-but-sexy boyfriend’s brains out in his single bed that could barely hold both of them while Taemin’s parents were watching Jeopardy downstairs, or he could push Taemin away, cause an argument and go home with a serious case of blue balls.
The choice should have been obvious; he was a teenage male after all. He could only be practical for so long.
Plus his boyfriend was hot and it wasn’t exactly every day that Taemin was willing to be intimate with him, especially when his parents were home, because half the time he was just a tease. He never really pushed or pulled, not like when he danced -then he gave his all. But with Minho, no never.
Minho liked to think it was because he was afraid to lose control around him. It was only fair. Taemin made him feel like that every moment they spent together.
He took a quick glance at Taemin, whose eyes were closed as he attempted to steady his breath, and sighed. He was hardly a hairs breadth away from his face. His hair was damp from sweat and reeked of marijuana. Minho only had to guess he was in the same state.
He didn’t want to disappoint Taemin. He was sure the smoke in the room was blurring his judgment more than a bit but he couldn’t say no to him. Not when he was like this.
“Babe.”
Taemin opened his eyes slowly and something inside of Minho jumped. They were clouded over, full of lust and definitely doing things to the lower half of his body. His boyfriend never looked at him like this before.
Taemin smiled reassuringly at Minho, who returned it just as unsurely. “I don’t care if I’m high. I want to do this.” He pushed his pelvis against the other’s for emphasis and nearly collapsed on Minho’s chest from straining his arms as he let out a moan.
Before Taemin’s could even protest he was being flipped over. His hands glided down Minho’s toned body, struggling to find purchase, yet finding only slippery, wet skin. Once he realized there was nothing for him to grab onto since his boyfriend was almost completely naked he settled for the bed sheets. The smoke from their earlier escapade swirled around between them as they exhaled shakily.
“God, those hips.”
A choked gasp fell from Taemin’s ripped-red lips and he curved off the bed as Minho moved against him slowly. Those large eyes that he adored so much stared down at him in awe and he smiled back lazily before pushing up to meet him. Minho grinded down at the same moment and the fabric of their jeans caught.
Taemin tensed, whimpering out his boyfriend’s name and fisting the sheets in his hands, eyes screwing shut on their own. His sounds of encouragement only spurred Minho on even more and said teenager groaned into the soft skin of Taemin’s neck as his boyfriend’s thighs began to quiver. His fingers found their way to the button of the skinny jeans Taemin had squeezed into earlier as he sucked on Taemin’s bottom lip. He clawed at the tight piece of fabric that was separating them desperately, gritting his teeth when his hair was pulled roughly.
“Fuck we need to get these off. Now.”
a/n - yesss, so... have some sexy 2min. desperate!minho is desparate. smut (or almost smut) isn't my thing so. oh well, it's only practice anyway! off to write some more!
p.s. what would this even be rated? NC17 is what I was going to put but...drug use? (kinda) idk.
Pairing: 2min
Length: 898 words
Rating: R
Genre: mention of drug use, kind of but not really smut
Summary: It was all Minho's fault, really.
“Taemin.” Minho called out quietly, chest rising and falling hastily.
The teen in mention smirked against his boyfriend’s neck, trailing a hand down his torso and grasping the bulge in the elder’s pants. His hair tickled the slightly built chest underneath him as he moved and he smiled cockily when it earned him an arch into his hand. They both breathed in greedily. It was misty and smelled stale in the room but they disregarded it, only focused on each other.
“Yes, hyung?”
“Is it -Is it smart to be doing this?”
Taemin laughed breathily, causing a flurry of goosebumps to emerge on the skin of Minho’s collarbones. It was amazing what he could do to Minho -what he could make him feel -without really trying.
“Why not?”
“It’s just. We’ve never gone this far before -"
“And now we’re going to.” He sounded pretty resolute.
Minho grabbed Taemin’s hand and pulled it away from the fly of his jeans, which caused his younger boyfriend to lean up on arms and eye him questioningly. He could just barely make out the boy in the dim orange light filing in from the slightly cracked door of Taemin’s bedroom. The air was stifling and stinging their eyes. They had no choice but to let it clear out.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” It was said more to himself than to the boy on top of him. He couldn’t take advantage of Taemin like this. Not when he clearly wasn’t thinking straight. “You’re high. Hell, I’m high. We’re going to do something stupid if we don’t stop now.”
“I’m telling you that I don’t care. I want this. Plus I’m not even that high. I only smoked a blunt or two.” He rolled his eyes and peered down at Minho expectantly. “This is your fault anyway. You gave it to me.”
Yes, regrettably so.
Minho, being the careful and far less rash one in the relationship (save for some occasions, like earlier), looked away and began to weigh his options sensibly. He could go along with the irresponsible decision to screw his incredibly-high-but-sexy boyfriend’s brains out in his single bed that could barely hold both of them while Taemin’s parents were watching Jeopardy downstairs, or he could push Taemin away, cause an argument and go home with a serious case of blue balls.
The choice should have been obvious; he was a teenage male after all. He could only be practical for so long.
Plus his boyfriend was hot and it wasn’t exactly every day that Taemin was willing to be intimate with him, especially when his parents were home, because half the time he was just a tease. He never really pushed or pulled, not like when he danced -then he gave his all. But with Minho, no never.
Minho liked to think it was because he was afraid to lose control around him. It was only fair. Taemin made him feel like that every moment they spent together.
He took a quick glance at Taemin, whose eyes were closed as he attempted to steady his breath, and sighed. He was hardly a hairs breadth away from his face. His hair was damp from sweat and reeked of marijuana. Minho only had to guess he was in the same state.
He didn’t want to disappoint Taemin. He was sure the smoke in the room was blurring his judgment more than a bit but he couldn’t say no to him. Not when he was like this.
“Babe.”
Taemin opened his eyes slowly and something inside of Minho jumped. They were clouded over, full of lust and definitely doing things to the lower half of his body. His boyfriend never looked at him like this before.
Taemin smiled reassuringly at Minho, who returned it just as unsurely. “I don’t care if I’m high. I want to do this.” He pushed his pelvis against the other’s for emphasis and nearly collapsed on Minho’s chest from straining his arms as he let out a moan.
Before Taemin’s could even protest he was being flipped over. His hands glided down Minho’s toned body, struggling to find purchase, yet finding only slippery, wet skin. Once he realized there was nothing for him to grab onto since his boyfriend was almost completely naked he settled for the bed sheets. The smoke from their earlier escapade swirled around between them as they exhaled shakily.
“God, those hips.”
A choked gasp fell from Taemin’s ripped-red lips and he curved off the bed as Minho moved against him slowly. Those large eyes that he adored so much stared down at him in awe and he smiled back lazily before pushing up to meet him. Minho grinded down at the same moment and the fabric of their jeans caught.
Taemin tensed, whimpering out his boyfriend’s name and fisting the sheets in his hands, eyes screwing shut on their own. His sounds of encouragement only spurred Minho on even more and said teenager groaned into the soft skin of Taemin’s neck as his boyfriend’s thighs began to quiver. His fingers found their way to the button of the skinny jeans Taemin had squeezed into earlier as he sucked on Taemin’s bottom lip. He clawed at the tight piece of fabric that was separating them desperately, gritting his teeth when his hair was pulled roughly.
“Fuck we need to get these off. Now.”
a/n - yesss, so... have some sexy 2min. desperate!minho is desparate. smut (or almost smut) isn't my thing so. oh well, it's only practice anyway! off to write some more!
p.s. what would this even be rated? NC17 is what I was going to put but...drug use? (kinda) idk.