In Which Minho Indulges (Himself, Taemin)
Title: In Which Minho Indulges (Himself, Taemin)
Pairing: 2min
Rating: NC-17
Genre: fluff, smut
Warning(s): very slight somnophilia
Word Count: 2741
When SHINee’s manager informed them they were traveling to Bangkok to film a CF one January weekend, Minho only looked at it as another hassling trip away from home. CF’s were a publicity thing, a necessary evil per se, so while Minho understood it as a responsibility, he wasn’t going to pretend to be excited about going. This week had already been very long, and all he really wanted was to curl up in bed, preferably with Taemin, and sleep until Monday.
However, come Friday night he was running around the dorm with the rest of SHINee, throwing shirts and socks into suitcases in the last minute pre-flight panic. After helping Taemin find his phone for the millionth time and finally dragging Key away from lecturing the housekeeper on exactly how to feed his puppy while they were gone, they were off.
Most of the flight was a swirl of bright lights and echoing voices to Minho’s fatigued mind, as he tried to tune out the rush of travel and get some sleep. That didn’t really happen, as Onew sat next to him and snored the whole way. Typical.
After several hours of bad food and resisting the urge to kick his leader, Minho was in Bangkok with the rest of SHINee, hanging around while their manager signed in and their team bustled about. It was all so routine that it took Minho a full minute standing in the hotel lobby to wrap his head around their manager’s last statement.
“Since you guys have been working so hard and you need to rest before comeback, we had SM reserve the whole 4th floor for us,” he’d said, “so you could have some privacy and rest properly and whatnot. Pick whatever rooms you want and I’ll get the keycards.”
Among Key’s and Onew’s exclamations of relief and gratitude, Minho’s eyes found Taemin’s and locked.
We can sleep together. Alone.
Grinning in response to Taemin’s slowly growing smile, Minho suddenly felt a lot less tired, and he rushed to the sign-in counter to tell manager-hyung that he and Taemin would share a room. At the opposite end of the floor from the rest of SHINee.
//
The weekend was looking a lot better to Minho when he and Taemin made it to their room a half hour later, luggage in tow, accompanied by no one.
As soon as the door was shut he turned and scooped Taemin up, one arm circling his waist and the other pressed between his shoulder blades. He sighed deeply when Taemin’s arms looped around him and squeezed in return.
“Hi,” Minho whispered, as if they hadn’t just spent several hours in close proximity on the plane. He felt Taemin smile into his neck in response.
“Hi.”
“I’m so glad we can room together.”
“Mm, me too. For once.”
Minho chuckled. “Manager-hyung must be really looking forward to our comeback if he’s spending this money on us.”
“I’m not complaining,” said Taemin, gently leaning back, hands still linked around Minho’s back. “But I could really use a shower after that flight. I’m exhausted…”
“Yeah,” said Minho, just looking at Taemin, enjoying his closeness. “You go ahead; you look tired.”
Taemin rolled his eyes, just giving a “gee, thanks” before letting Minho go and turning to grab his cosmetics bag out of his suitcase. Minho thought about joining him, but Taemin like his showers nothing less than scalding and Minho was a baby and besides, they were exhausted.
The smart thing to do was to get to sleep as soon as possible, and shower sex was usually an event that ran longer rather than shorter, so it wasn’t a good idea. Although Minho did feel a rush of desire as he pictured Taemin in the shower, skin pink, body dripping wet. He shook his head quickly to clear his thoughts, deciding that there was no point in getting an erection right now.
To distract himself he grabbed the remote from the top of the TV and hit the power button, turning up the volume just because he could. There was no one to complain about the noise. He listened to the news, picking out the few Chinese words he knew as he propped their suitcases under the window, then sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled out his phone to check his email.
He was typing out a text message to Jinki-hyung about breakfast when Taemin came out of the bathroom, skin flushed and towel haphazardly wrapped around his hips. He went to the full mirror on one of the walls, leaning forward to check out his face in an unfogged reflection.
Pretending not to watch him but really just staring a whole lot, Minho caught when a droplet of water fell from Taemin’s dark hair, and he watched it slide down his neck. His whole back was glistening with water, since he did a typically terrible job of drying himself off. Minho admired the way Taemin’s back muscles shifted when he reached up to pull wet hair out of his eyes, long and lean and toned. He suppressed a shiver even though he wasn’t the one who was cold and wet.
It seemed like Taemin had gotten even more mature lately, or maybe it was just his recent switch to that inky black, short hair that was making him look older, but whatever it was had just been turning Minho on in all kind of ways these past few weeks.
Unthinkingly Minho stood, tossing his phone down on his bed, and moved to stand behind Taemin. Seemingly quicker than Minho had realized, Taemin had grown up.
He was really a grown man now; all man, Minho thought reverently as he slid his hands over Taemin’s hard-muscled, soft-skinned stomach. He nuzzled his face into Taemin’s smooth neck, loving him, absorbing his fresh shower smell and his heat. Taemin whined, mumbling something about how he was still wet.
“Come on, Minho, get off, I have to get dressed,” he complained, halfheartedly pulling at Minho’s wrists. “I can’t do anything with you hanging on me.”
Minho only laughed low in his throat, kissing into the curve of Taemin’s neck and giving him a sloppy hickey just to be annoying. Taemin groaned, maybe in annoyance, maybe in arousal, but either way he managed to shove Minho off of him and stalk away.
“Go take a shower, you brat,” he said, throwing a pair of boxers at Minho. Full-on beaming, Minho caught them easily and blew a kiss to Taemin before turning to the bathroom.
He kept his shower short, too eager to spend time with Taemin to dawdle and enjoy the hot water. There was nothing like the easy, relaxed feeling of being together, just the two of them. No pressure, no self-consciousness, just Taemin.
Taemin was already in bed when Minho stepped out of the bathroom in his red cotton boxers, hair tousled from the blow-dryer. The TV was still murmuring on low, and Minho shut it and the overhead lights off. He flipped the covers down and crawled into bed behind Taemin, who was on his side facing away from Minho. He shivered and complained when Minho pressed cold feet onto his legs, but otherwise let Minho spoon him.
The lamp on the bedside table was still on, bathing them in soft light. They relaxed quietly into each other, matching their breathing, listening to the silence. The peace, for once.
Glad to just be together, they talked quietly of trivial things as they drifted, easy silence settling between soft words.
“Did you set an alarm for tomorrow?” Minho murmured, pressing his lips to Taemin’s ear, breathing in the scent of his clean, still-damp hair.
“No, manager-hyung will call us,” Taemin hummed, eyes drifting closed.
“Hm. Probably be really early,” he replied, one hand running over the sharp curve of Taemin’s hip, a comfortable caress.
“I know.” Taemin sighed deeply, bare back expanding momentarily against Minho’s chest. Apparently his idea of ‘getting dressed’ didn’t involve anything more than boxers like Minho’s.
They lay still, speaking quietly about their flight, their plans for tomorrow, for breakfast and work. Minho did most of the actual talking, voice low in Taemin’s ear, the arm underneath Taemin snug to his neck, half under the pillow. His other hand stroked gently over Taemin’s body, open-palmed and warm, sliding from his hip to his waist, then down over his stomach.
Taemin could feel Minho’s breath blowing warm over his ear, smell the mint from his toothpaste. Minho’s voice rumbled through his own chest and he felt so warm, so safe in Minho’s embrace. He’d missed his lover, even though they were together every day. He was tired lately; of being careful, of being constantly surrounded by people.
Now, though, they were alone. The silence and the peace proved that. They were so wonderfully alone. This fact dawned over Taemin slowly, and he became truly aware of Minho’s touch, the gentleness and love in it. Minho wasn’t just warm anymore, he felt hot all pressed up behind Taemin-his lips on Taemin’s ear, his chest against his back, hips tucked snug against his butt, legs intertwined with his own.
Taemin let out a soft, sighing moan as he felt arousal sweep through him, exhilaration at the thought of how he had Minho all to himself. His head spun for a moment when Minho’s voice rumbled into his ear again. He couldn’t hear what he was saying anymore though, because his fingers were pressed into the dip of Taemin’s hipbone, thumb smoothing over the skin there.
Knowing that sex wasn’t happening tonight-he barely had the energy to think about it-Taemin simply lay there, halfheartedly trying to will himself under control. He was helpless to his own body’s reactions, though, as every vibration of Minho’s voice went straight to his dick.
Minho didn’t notice Taemin’s arousal right away. He was paying more attention to the simple feel of Taemin’s body against his own, enjoying the heat of skin-on-skin contact. It had been a while since they were able to relax so fully. More than anything, Minho wanted to take advantage of such rare privacy-wanted to roll Taemin over and kiss him, mark him up and reclaim him…but, no. Taemin was quiet, probably already half asleep.
However, once the thought had occurred to him it was hard to forget. Taemin was lying here, so pliant and relaxed in his arms. When he felt the increasing laxness of Taemin’s limbs he ducked his head down to kiss his neck, sucking softly at his skin.
“Taemin-ah? Are you asleep?” he mumbled, hand sliding over Taemin’s stomach again, pulling them even closer together. When he didn’t get a response he rested his cheek against Taemin’s hair, kissing below his ear, needing to touch him.
“Taemin?” Minho tried again. Once again, the other remained quiet. Giving into temptation, Minho buried his nose into the hair at Taemin’s nape and slid his hand lower, over the front of Taemin’s boxers.
His breath caught when he pressed his palm over Taemin’s erection, not expecting it. Taemin himself only gave a low moan, a shiver wracking through him. That was all the encouragement Minho needed to slip his hand into Taemin’s boxers and begin jacking him off from behind, slowly and firmly.
They didn’t change positions, Minho too focused on Taemin’s reactions to think about his own dick, hardening against Taemin’s body. Taemin was laying completely still, his only indications of arousal his deep breathing, mouth open, and his cock hot and heavy in Minho’s hand.
The thought occurred to Minho that he must still be on the verge of sleep, and he felt new excitement crash through him. Taemin was simply laying there, half-asleep, greedily absorbing the attention. Letting Minho take care of him.
No matter what else changed, no matter how grown up Taemin became, he would always let himself be spoiled by Minho. He would always be Minho’s.
Heart pumping, head reeling slightly, Minho shoved Taemin’s boxers down as much as he could before using the precum beginning to leak from Taemin’s cock to slick his hand up and make his strokes smoother. Though his own dick was now throbbing insistently, he moved slowly, savoring the heat coursing between them and the perfect velvety wetness and hardness of Taemin.
He wanted to feel every hitch of breath from Taemin, every shock of pleasure that ran through his own body, instilled by Taemin’s soft reactions. He leaned forward again to press his lips to Taemin’s ear.
“Ah, Taemin-ah,” he rumbled, unable to catch his breath. “Just watching you is so incredible, it’s making me so hard…you’re so perfect,” he said, and Taemin whimpered, hand grappling behind him to grab a fistful of Minho’s hair, pressing his mouth closer to his ear. Minho caught his drift, heart leaping as he continued to speak, voice a low vibration.
“I’ve wanted to touch you all day,” he growled. “Wanted to touch you just like this, slow, because we can now.” Unable to hold himself back, Minho ground against Taemin’s butt, rubbing his clothed cock between his cheeks, and Taemin whimpered again. “You’re so hot, so hard for me, too. Is this what you’ve been waiting for, hm?”
Taemin didn’t respond, too focused on Minho’s voice, and his thumb, which was now circling lightly over the head of his cock and catching precum, smearing it down his shaft and making his head reel with pleasure. He couldn’t focus on anything but the hard beat of his pulse through his body.
Minho continued to breathe and gasp obscenities into his ear, both of them caught up in the other. His hand never sped up, and Taemin could demand nothing; he couldn’t seem to connect his mouth to his brain. Pleasure coursed through him with every tight twist of Minho’s wrist, and all he could do was lay acquiescent to his lover’s touch.
Even as Taemin’s slow breathing turned to panting, his body trembling, Minho kept the same rhythm of stroking and pulling at his erection, grip just rough enough, strokes just smooth enough.
Completely lost, wrapped up in Taemin’s utter submission, Minho didn’t notice when Taemin’s grip on his hair turned painful. Taemin was too much, his trust in Minho, his uninhibited, half-conscious surrender. Possession rushed through Minho and he nipped at Taemin’s ear, humming.
“You’re perfect, Taemin,” he repeated, barely realizing he was speaking. “And you’re mine-ah-you’ll always be mine.” Minho closed his teeth over the shell of Taemin’s ear, breath hitching, “-love you.”
The words crashed over Taemin, into him, and with one last long, firm stroke of Minho’s hand up his cock he came, his orgasm crashing through him before he could grasp it. His back arched, chest heaving as he lost control. Satisfaction rushed through Minho as Taemin’s cum spilled onto his hand and the boy’s stomach. He continued to hold his cock as Taemin came down, pressing just slightly; wanting to prolong his pleasure.
It was a couple of minutes before Taemin caught his breath again, small fissures of pleasure still wracking through him. Minho released him, half-heartedly wiping his hand somewhere on the sheets. His arousal was still throbbing against Taemin, but he had stopped moving when Taemin came, too focused on the other’s orgasm.
Propping himself up a bit, Minho leaned over to peer at Taemin. He had fallen asleep almost instantly upon relaxing. Half laughing and half groaning, Minho reached beneath the covers to pull up Taemin’s boxers. He couldn’t say he was that surprised…and really, though he’d be sleeping physically unsatisfied, it didn’t bother Minho that he wouldn’t be getting off tonight. Though his dick protested, he was fine; he had gained immense satisfaction from just watching Taemin, controlling his body and giving him pleasure.
A shiver raced through him as he recalled how Taemin had come at his words of possession. Taemin was nothing if not independent, so this rare helpless submission to Minho made him feel incredible...
Yeah, jacking off just wasn’t going to do it tonight.
Sighing deeply, Minho pulled the covers over the both of them and flicked the lamp off before tucking his arm over Taemin’s chest. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to sleep any time soon, but with Taemin tucked up against him like this, he was content.
After all, they still had tomorrow night.
Pairing: 2min
Rating: NC-17
Genre: fluff, smut
Warning(s): very slight somnophilia
Word Count: 2741
When SHINee’s manager informed them they were traveling to Bangkok to film a CF one January weekend, Minho only looked at it as another hassling trip away from home. CF’s were a publicity thing, a necessary evil per se, so while Minho understood it as a responsibility, he wasn’t going to pretend to be excited about going. This week had already been very long, and all he really wanted was to curl up in bed, preferably with Taemin, and sleep until Monday.
However, come Friday night he was running around the dorm with the rest of SHINee, throwing shirts and socks into suitcases in the last minute pre-flight panic. After helping Taemin find his phone for the millionth time and finally dragging Key away from lecturing the housekeeper on exactly how to feed his puppy while they were gone, they were off.
Most of the flight was a swirl of bright lights and echoing voices to Minho’s fatigued mind, as he tried to tune out the rush of travel and get some sleep. That didn’t really happen, as Onew sat next to him and snored the whole way. Typical.
After several hours of bad food and resisting the urge to kick his leader, Minho was in Bangkok with the rest of SHINee, hanging around while their manager signed in and their team bustled about. It was all so routine that it took Minho a full minute standing in the hotel lobby to wrap his head around their manager’s last statement.
“Since you guys have been working so hard and you need to rest before comeback, we had SM reserve the whole 4th floor for us,” he’d said, “so you could have some privacy and rest properly and whatnot. Pick whatever rooms you want and I’ll get the keycards.”
Among Key’s and Onew’s exclamations of relief and gratitude, Minho’s eyes found Taemin’s and locked.
We can sleep together. Alone.
Grinning in response to Taemin’s slowly growing smile, Minho suddenly felt a lot less tired, and he rushed to the sign-in counter to tell manager-hyung that he and Taemin would share a room. At the opposite end of the floor from the rest of SHINee.
//
The weekend was looking a lot better to Minho when he and Taemin made it to their room a half hour later, luggage in tow, accompanied by no one.
As soon as the door was shut he turned and scooped Taemin up, one arm circling his waist and the other pressed between his shoulder blades. He sighed deeply when Taemin’s arms looped around him and squeezed in return.
“Hi,” Minho whispered, as if they hadn’t just spent several hours in close proximity on the plane. He felt Taemin smile into his neck in response.
“Hi.”
“I’m so glad we can room together.”
“Mm, me too. For once.”
Minho chuckled. “Manager-hyung must be really looking forward to our comeback if he’s spending this money on us.”
“I’m not complaining,” said Taemin, gently leaning back, hands still linked around Minho’s back. “But I could really use a shower after that flight. I’m exhausted…”
“Yeah,” said Minho, just looking at Taemin, enjoying his closeness. “You go ahead; you look tired.”
Taemin rolled his eyes, just giving a “gee, thanks” before letting Minho go and turning to grab his cosmetics bag out of his suitcase. Minho thought about joining him, but Taemin like his showers nothing less than scalding and Minho was a baby and besides, they were exhausted.
The smart thing to do was to get to sleep as soon as possible, and shower sex was usually an event that ran longer rather than shorter, so it wasn’t a good idea. Although Minho did feel a rush of desire as he pictured Taemin in the shower, skin pink, body dripping wet. He shook his head quickly to clear his thoughts, deciding that there was no point in getting an erection right now.
To distract himself he grabbed the remote from the top of the TV and hit the power button, turning up the volume just because he could. There was no one to complain about the noise. He listened to the news, picking out the few Chinese words he knew as he propped their suitcases under the window, then sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled out his phone to check his email.
He was typing out a text message to Jinki-hyung about breakfast when Taemin came out of the bathroom, skin flushed and towel haphazardly wrapped around his hips. He went to the full mirror on one of the walls, leaning forward to check out his face in an unfogged reflection.
Pretending not to watch him but really just staring a whole lot, Minho caught when a droplet of water fell from Taemin’s dark hair, and he watched it slide down his neck. His whole back was glistening with water, since he did a typically terrible job of drying himself off. Minho admired the way Taemin’s back muscles shifted when he reached up to pull wet hair out of his eyes, long and lean and toned. He suppressed a shiver even though he wasn’t the one who was cold and wet.
It seemed like Taemin had gotten even more mature lately, or maybe it was just his recent switch to that inky black, short hair that was making him look older, but whatever it was had just been turning Minho on in all kind of ways these past few weeks.
Unthinkingly Minho stood, tossing his phone down on his bed, and moved to stand behind Taemin. Seemingly quicker than Minho had realized, Taemin had grown up.
He was really a grown man now; all man, Minho thought reverently as he slid his hands over Taemin’s hard-muscled, soft-skinned stomach. He nuzzled his face into Taemin’s smooth neck, loving him, absorbing his fresh shower smell and his heat. Taemin whined, mumbling something about how he was still wet.
“Come on, Minho, get off, I have to get dressed,” he complained, halfheartedly pulling at Minho’s wrists. “I can’t do anything with you hanging on me.”
Minho only laughed low in his throat, kissing into the curve of Taemin’s neck and giving him a sloppy hickey just to be annoying. Taemin groaned, maybe in annoyance, maybe in arousal, but either way he managed to shove Minho off of him and stalk away.
“Go take a shower, you brat,” he said, throwing a pair of boxers at Minho. Full-on beaming, Minho caught them easily and blew a kiss to Taemin before turning to the bathroom.
He kept his shower short, too eager to spend time with Taemin to dawdle and enjoy the hot water. There was nothing like the easy, relaxed feeling of being together, just the two of them. No pressure, no self-consciousness, just Taemin.
Taemin was already in bed when Minho stepped out of the bathroom in his red cotton boxers, hair tousled from the blow-dryer. The TV was still murmuring on low, and Minho shut it and the overhead lights off. He flipped the covers down and crawled into bed behind Taemin, who was on his side facing away from Minho. He shivered and complained when Minho pressed cold feet onto his legs, but otherwise let Minho spoon him.
The lamp on the bedside table was still on, bathing them in soft light. They relaxed quietly into each other, matching their breathing, listening to the silence. The peace, for once.
Glad to just be together, they talked quietly of trivial things as they drifted, easy silence settling between soft words.
“Did you set an alarm for tomorrow?” Minho murmured, pressing his lips to Taemin’s ear, breathing in the scent of his clean, still-damp hair.
“No, manager-hyung will call us,” Taemin hummed, eyes drifting closed.
“Hm. Probably be really early,” he replied, one hand running over the sharp curve of Taemin’s hip, a comfortable caress.
“I know.” Taemin sighed deeply, bare back expanding momentarily against Minho’s chest. Apparently his idea of ‘getting dressed’ didn’t involve anything more than boxers like Minho’s.
They lay still, speaking quietly about their flight, their plans for tomorrow, for breakfast and work. Minho did most of the actual talking, voice low in Taemin’s ear, the arm underneath Taemin snug to his neck, half under the pillow. His other hand stroked gently over Taemin’s body, open-palmed and warm, sliding from his hip to his waist, then down over his stomach.
Taemin could feel Minho’s breath blowing warm over his ear, smell the mint from his toothpaste. Minho’s voice rumbled through his own chest and he felt so warm, so safe in Minho’s embrace. He’d missed his lover, even though they were together every day. He was tired lately; of being careful, of being constantly surrounded by people.
Now, though, they were alone. The silence and the peace proved that. They were so wonderfully alone. This fact dawned over Taemin slowly, and he became truly aware of Minho’s touch, the gentleness and love in it. Minho wasn’t just warm anymore, he felt hot all pressed up behind Taemin-his lips on Taemin’s ear, his chest against his back, hips tucked snug against his butt, legs intertwined with his own.
Taemin let out a soft, sighing moan as he felt arousal sweep through him, exhilaration at the thought of how he had Minho all to himself. His head spun for a moment when Minho’s voice rumbled into his ear again. He couldn’t hear what he was saying anymore though, because his fingers were pressed into the dip of Taemin’s hipbone, thumb smoothing over the skin there.
Knowing that sex wasn’t happening tonight-he barely had the energy to think about it-Taemin simply lay there, halfheartedly trying to will himself under control. He was helpless to his own body’s reactions, though, as every vibration of Minho’s voice went straight to his dick.
Minho didn’t notice Taemin’s arousal right away. He was paying more attention to the simple feel of Taemin’s body against his own, enjoying the heat of skin-on-skin contact. It had been a while since they were able to relax so fully. More than anything, Minho wanted to take advantage of such rare privacy-wanted to roll Taemin over and kiss him, mark him up and reclaim him…but, no. Taemin was quiet, probably already half asleep.
However, once the thought had occurred to him it was hard to forget. Taemin was lying here, so pliant and relaxed in his arms. When he felt the increasing laxness of Taemin’s limbs he ducked his head down to kiss his neck, sucking softly at his skin.
“Taemin-ah? Are you asleep?” he mumbled, hand sliding over Taemin’s stomach again, pulling them even closer together. When he didn’t get a response he rested his cheek against Taemin’s hair, kissing below his ear, needing to touch him.
“Taemin?” Minho tried again. Once again, the other remained quiet. Giving into temptation, Minho buried his nose into the hair at Taemin’s nape and slid his hand lower, over the front of Taemin’s boxers.
His breath caught when he pressed his palm over Taemin’s erection, not expecting it. Taemin himself only gave a low moan, a shiver wracking through him. That was all the encouragement Minho needed to slip his hand into Taemin’s boxers and begin jacking him off from behind, slowly and firmly.
They didn’t change positions, Minho too focused on Taemin’s reactions to think about his own dick, hardening against Taemin’s body. Taemin was laying completely still, his only indications of arousal his deep breathing, mouth open, and his cock hot and heavy in Minho’s hand.
The thought occurred to Minho that he must still be on the verge of sleep, and he felt new excitement crash through him. Taemin was simply laying there, half-asleep, greedily absorbing the attention. Letting Minho take care of him.
No matter what else changed, no matter how grown up Taemin became, he would always let himself be spoiled by Minho. He would always be Minho’s.
Heart pumping, head reeling slightly, Minho shoved Taemin’s boxers down as much as he could before using the precum beginning to leak from Taemin’s cock to slick his hand up and make his strokes smoother. Though his own dick was now throbbing insistently, he moved slowly, savoring the heat coursing between them and the perfect velvety wetness and hardness of Taemin.
He wanted to feel every hitch of breath from Taemin, every shock of pleasure that ran through his own body, instilled by Taemin’s soft reactions. He leaned forward again to press his lips to Taemin’s ear.
“Ah, Taemin-ah,” he rumbled, unable to catch his breath. “Just watching you is so incredible, it’s making me so hard…you’re so perfect,” he said, and Taemin whimpered, hand grappling behind him to grab a fistful of Minho’s hair, pressing his mouth closer to his ear. Minho caught his drift, heart leaping as he continued to speak, voice a low vibration.
“I’ve wanted to touch you all day,” he growled. “Wanted to touch you just like this, slow, because we can now.” Unable to hold himself back, Minho ground against Taemin’s butt, rubbing his clothed cock between his cheeks, and Taemin whimpered again. “You’re so hot, so hard for me, too. Is this what you’ve been waiting for, hm?”
Taemin didn’t respond, too focused on Minho’s voice, and his thumb, which was now circling lightly over the head of his cock and catching precum, smearing it down his shaft and making his head reel with pleasure. He couldn’t focus on anything but the hard beat of his pulse through his body.
Minho continued to breathe and gasp obscenities into his ear, both of them caught up in the other. His hand never sped up, and Taemin could demand nothing; he couldn’t seem to connect his mouth to his brain. Pleasure coursed through him with every tight twist of Minho’s wrist, and all he could do was lay acquiescent to his lover’s touch.
Even as Taemin’s slow breathing turned to panting, his body trembling, Minho kept the same rhythm of stroking and pulling at his erection, grip just rough enough, strokes just smooth enough.
Completely lost, wrapped up in Taemin’s utter submission, Minho didn’t notice when Taemin’s grip on his hair turned painful. Taemin was too much, his trust in Minho, his uninhibited, half-conscious surrender. Possession rushed through Minho and he nipped at Taemin’s ear, humming.
“You’re perfect, Taemin,” he repeated, barely realizing he was speaking. “And you’re mine-ah-you’ll always be mine.” Minho closed his teeth over the shell of Taemin’s ear, breath hitching, “-love you.”
The words crashed over Taemin, into him, and with one last long, firm stroke of Minho’s hand up his cock he came, his orgasm crashing through him before he could grasp it. His back arched, chest heaving as he lost control. Satisfaction rushed through Minho as Taemin’s cum spilled onto his hand and the boy’s stomach. He continued to hold his cock as Taemin came down, pressing just slightly; wanting to prolong his pleasure.
It was a couple of minutes before Taemin caught his breath again, small fissures of pleasure still wracking through him. Minho released him, half-heartedly wiping his hand somewhere on the sheets. His arousal was still throbbing against Taemin, but he had stopped moving when Taemin came, too focused on the other’s orgasm.
Propping himself up a bit, Minho leaned over to peer at Taemin. He had fallen asleep almost instantly upon relaxing. Half laughing and half groaning, Minho reached beneath the covers to pull up Taemin’s boxers. He couldn’t say he was that surprised…and really, though he’d be sleeping physically unsatisfied, it didn’t bother Minho that he wouldn’t be getting off tonight. Though his dick protested, he was fine; he had gained immense satisfaction from just watching Taemin, controlling his body and giving him pleasure.
A shiver raced through him as he recalled how Taemin had come at his words of possession. Taemin was nothing if not independent, so this rare helpless submission to Minho made him feel incredible...
Yeah, jacking off just wasn’t going to do it tonight.
Sighing deeply, Minho pulled the covers over the both of them and flicked the lamp off before tucking his arm over Taemin’s chest. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to sleep any time soon, but with Taemin tucked up against him like this, he was content.
After all, they still had tomorrow night.