[fic] Taemin/Key - SHINee - The Firsts
Title: The Firsts
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Taemin/Key
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Like every story, theirs has a beginning.
Comments: idk this was supposed to be ...different. but this is how it wanted to be so I had no say in the matter. as usual. haha my fics always do what they want, no one asks me.
buuuuuuut I do like how it turned out :3 please enjoy~
dedicated to my darling Miamon~~♥
Like every story, theirs has a beginning.
They’ve been circling around one another for months, both toeing the edge of what comes after friendship but neither of them brave enough to take the first decisive step. There are secret smiles and lingering glances, all these little gestures that speak of mutual attraction if you pay careful attention. It’s subtle enough to go by unnoticed, which is their saving grace considering that they make a living out of being perfect - and perfectly single - idols for fangirls to look up to.
It’s also subtle enough to make them both doubt it’s even there. Usually Kibum has no qualms about speaking his mind whenever he deems it necessary, but when he tries to work up the courage to talk to Taemin about this, about his feelings, he finds himself oddly blocked. The words won’t come out, they get stuck in his throat before making way to “Hey Tae do you want pancakes?” and the blinding smile he gains as an answer is only mildly comforting.
There could be so much more.
Kibum has already given up on his grand confession when suddenly it’s Taemin that breaks the invisible glass wall between them. He shatters it into pieces, in fact. And so easily Kibum can’t help but be envious. Then again that is one of the reasons he is so helplessly infatuated by Taemin, anyway.
It’s like from a manual, a guide on proclaiming your love, when Taemin suddenly decides it’s a perfect morning to shake Kibum’s life upside down. He sits himself beside Kibum on the worn couch, the two of them the only ones in the dorm. Then there’s a soft palm on the back of Kibum’s hand, a warm body pressing close to his side, and soft breaths tickling his ear. “You know what?” Taemin begins, and Kibum can feel the smile on his lips. “I’m right here.”
No more words can be exchanged before the other three burst through the front door, all loud chatter and laughter, and instantly Taemin is gone again to greet them. Kibum, though, stays rooted on the spot for a good while before slowly dragging himself into the kitchen to find dinner.
Hours later, in the middle of the night, Taemin slips into Kibum’s bed and this time, the whispered confessions don’t come as a surprise.
In the morning Kibum wonders if it was all just a dream. But the way Taemin’s smile turns up that one extra notch when their gazes meet is enough to prove him otherwise.
Those longing glances turn into stolen little moments whenever they manage. Suddenly they’re habitually hiding in closets backstage just for two minutes of alone time, or take up brushing their teeth together in the evening just to stand there right next to one another, shoulders touching and exchanging silly grins in the mirror. They become experts at hiding what’s steadily growing between them, how they’re falling helplessly without even really trying to stop it.
No one else needs to know, it’s only theirs to keep.
Soon kisses aren’t enough anymore, hesitant touches become more straightforward and needy. When Kibum first jerks Taemin off in the toilet of the recording studio, during a fifteen minute break, it feels like they’ve fallen into another realm altogether. They’re late and get scolded for it, but the way Taemin’s eyes sparkle and his cheeks remain flushed is way worth it in Kibum’s opinion. Even if he has to deal with painfully tight pants for the next hour or so.
It doesn’t take long for it to become routine though, like an exciting game that keeps them on their toes. Every moment they steal for themselves is a threat, is something that might once turn into a disaster, but it doesn’t mean they want to stop.
If anything, they just want more, day after day.
The first time they sneak out of the dorm together doesn’t happen on accident. It’s the result of careful planning, hours upon hours spent thinking of the best way to do it so no one will notice. Finally luck is on their side, though, in form of so busy schedules for their group mates that they know they won’t be missed if they’re back before morning.
It is then that Kibum comes to Taemin, sneaks up behind him and plants a small kiss on the nape of his neck, just the way he knows will make Taemin shiver and arch his back just minutely to gain more. He pulls back to a respectable distance soon enough, his grin so wide it could be blinding, and instinctively Taemin finds himself mirroring it. “We’re going away,” Kibum almost sings, taking a few dancing steps as he passes by Taemin into the kitchen. “I made a reservation.”
The words make Taemin still completely, before his heart starts thrumming in his chest like mad. “Tonight?” He asks although he knows the answer already. He also knows it’s not a dinner reservation Kibum means, or tickets to a movie, or any other regular stuff they could’ve done with any of their friends.
He knows what it means. And it makes him feel like he might just burst out of his skin from excitement, laced with genuine nervousness. He doesn’t even manage to make a move before Jonghyun shoves him out of the way, rattling off apologies and explanations on why he is already running late.
It simply makes Taemin smile.
It isn’t the first time they share a hotel room, but it is the first time they share a hotel room this small and shabby, and the first time they actually pay for it themselves. Taemin doesn’t know how Kibum got the room reserved, with a fake name at that, but he doesn’t even really care as he’s being dragged into the elevator, his palm clammy against Kibum’s. Both of them are wearing hoodies to cover their new haircuts - Kibum’s easily recognizable half-shaved head and Taemin’s long extensions. Thankfully no one seems to pay them any attention.
The room isn’t anything grand, but they don’t exactly need for it to be five star accommodation. All they’ll be using is the bed, anyway, and the mere thought of that makes Taemin feel a whole whirlwind of emotions. He’s been looking forward to a chance like this for what feels like an eternity and he knows he isn’t the only one. It’s all written in the way Kibum looks at him like he’s something special, the way the hold of their hands tightens as they step through the door.
“We are really going to do this,” Kibum whispers, his voice barely audible over the way their hearts pound and the blood rushes in their ears. The longer strands of his hair are falling into his eyes and he shakes his head slightly. He is grinning, in the way that makes him look like a mischievous boy, full with dimples and sparkling eyes. That is underlined by the genuine awe, like he can’t really believe he got this lucky, tries to grasp the magnitude of the moment the best he can.
Taemin is the same, a nervous but giddy laugh bubbling from his chest and he slides his arms around Kibum’s neck, and pulls him closer against himself until their lips are touching. “Yes we are. Unless you’re chickening out on me.”
Instantly, Kibum laughs, and the sound resonates from the bare walls in the hotel room. There is no going back and he shows that in the way he kisses Taemin breathless.
Had he been asked a couple of years ago, Kibum would’ve never believed he’d end up here, like this. He’s propped up on all fours on the mattress, his butt high in the air and his forehead resting on his palm as he bites his lower lip and tries to appear a lot calmer than he really is. They’ve heard it’s easier this way, the first time, but it doesn’t stop a slight tinge of embarrassment from flooding through Kibum as he’s waiting, completely exposed and more vulnerable than he’d like.
All of that is soothed the second Taemin slides warm palms up his thighs, admiringly caresses his lower back right where his spine curves. The touches are slow and measured, in clear contrast to the feverish kisses and shameless grinding from just mere minutes ago. Still it doesn’t mean it’s any less intense, electricity sparking in the air between them from every single faint brush of skin on skin.
When Taemin leans in and presses a series of soft, wet kisses down Kibum’s spine, his hair tickling Kibum’s sides, it earns him a full-body shudder and an approving sigh. It’s visible how it makes Kibum relax, how the tension seeps off his muscles and leaves him just waiting, wanting. So Taemin uses the given opportunity to slide the first slicked finger in, holding his breath in anticipation at how incredible already that feels.
At first Kibum tenses but it passes by so fast it’s barely there. This isn’t completely foreign for him; he has fingered himself before and he knows how good it can be. Yet the knowledge of what’s bound to follow after, much more than just thin fingers, makes his throat lace up and nervousness stir in the pit of his stomach. “You don’t need to be so slow, Taemin.” He tries to aim for a cocky tone, but his voice cracks just the tiniest bit and it makes him curse himself inwardly. There goes his cool act.
Taemin seems to take the hint anyway - maybe he can read Kibum better than expected and knows his urgency isn’t only because of the insistent need burning them both from the inside, but also because of the hints of anxiousness he can’t completely shake. Still Taemin treats this as he treats everything else that matters to him: with extreme care and focus, determined to have it exactly right. Kibum knows he’s in good hands, he hasn’t doubted that even for a second.
Eventually, Taemin curls his fingers just so, making something explode in Kibum’s consciousness. After that, he doesn’t remember ever being nervous to begin with. Especially when Taemin uses the newly found knowledge to his advantage. Shamelessly.
It’s the outcry that rips itself from Kibum’s throat that causes Taemin to stop, pause in mid-movement halfway buried inside of Kibum, fingers gripping his hips tight. “Are you okay?” Taemin’s voice is shaky, so laced with concentrated need that it’s impossible to miss he’s having severe troubles just holding himself back.
Involuntarily, Kibum snorts at the question, how it couldn’t be more mistimed. “No,” he scoffs but knows fully well that amusement is evident in his tone. “No I’m not unless you go on!” He underlines the words by pushing back, using the grip he has on the bedding as leverage to get force behind the movement. It’s enough to sink Taemin’s cock deeper inside of him, those last couple of inches, and that seems to be more than enough to snap Taemin into motion again.
Taemin practically latches himself on Kibum’s back then, wraps an arm around his waist and keeps peppering kisses on his sweaty shoulder blade. It keeps them so close the thrusts lose the harsh edge and the power, but it doesn’t make the slide of their bodies any less intense. Contrarily, this forces them to focus on every shift of Taemin’s hips that increases the glorious friction in all the good ways.
“So good,” Taemin breathes right against the side of Kibum’s head, nuzzling his nose into the bleached short hair, “you feel so good.”
Kibum thinks it’s something that should make him laugh, cliché as it’s heard in probably every adult movie out there. Instead there isn’t a tinge of amusement in his reaction as he shudders forcefully, his back arching as he tries to demolish the last bits of distance between them, until it feels like they’re merging together effortlessly.
Every incoherent word Taemin babbles into Kibum’s ear pushes him further, like magic. He drops his head forward and buries his face into the pillow to muffle the loudest of his moans, but Taemin seems to have other ideas as he gently coaxes Kibum to turn his head to the side instead. “Don’t.” Is all he says before a sloppy kiss follows, one with way too much tongue and teeth but still so, so good.
Eventually Kibum isn’t even certain what tips him over the edge but suddenly he’s drowning in the sensations. When Taemin follows him a few heartbeats later, nothing else really matters.
The stained sheets are tangled around them like a web, tying them together where they rest in the middle of the bumpy mattress, Kibum shamelessly using Taemin’s shoulder as a bony pillow. Kibum is tracing patterns on Taemin’s skin with his fingertips and it tickles, makes Taemin want to laugh and swat the hand away, but he bites his tongue and tries to hold as still as he possibly can.
He enjoys this way too much to break the moment.
Neither of them speaks as they soak in the last moments of togetherness, try to imprint the feeling of skin on skin in their memory so they can come back to this whenever, wherever. Not a single word is exchanged even when Kibum’s phone starts blaring the alarm to signal them they need to go back.
All they share is one last lingering kiss. One that serves as a promise.
This might’ve been the first time, but this certainly won’t be the last.
Like every story, theirs has a beginning. But it doesn’t seem to have an end.
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(2279 words)
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as I said, for Mia~ idk, don’t remember anymore what for but she’s awesome so she deserves fic anyway :3
this has been basically finished for weeks now, just only now got around to posting it~
poke me make me write I’m in such a rut lately gdi
@DW.
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Taemin/Key
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: Like every story, theirs has a beginning.
Comments: idk this was supposed to be ...different. but this is how it wanted to be so I had no say in the matter. as usual. haha my fics always do what they want, no one asks me.
buuuuuuut I do like how it turned out :3 please enjoy~
dedicated to my darling Miamon~~♥
Like every story, theirs has a beginning.
They’ve been circling around one another for months, both toeing the edge of what comes after friendship but neither of them brave enough to take the first decisive step. There are secret smiles and lingering glances, all these little gestures that speak of mutual attraction if you pay careful attention. It’s subtle enough to go by unnoticed, which is their saving grace considering that they make a living out of being perfect - and perfectly single - idols for fangirls to look up to.
It’s also subtle enough to make them both doubt it’s even there. Usually Kibum has no qualms about speaking his mind whenever he deems it necessary, but when he tries to work up the courage to talk to Taemin about this, about his feelings, he finds himself oddly blocked. The words won’t come out, they get stuck in his throat before making way to “Hey Tae do you want pancakes?” and the blinding smile he gains as an answer is only mildly comforting.
There could be so much more.
Kibum has already given up on his grand confession when suddenly it’s Taemin that breaks the invisible glass wall between them. He shatters it into pieces, in fact. And so easily Kibum can’t help but be envious. Then again that is one of the reasons he is so helplessly infatuated by Taemin, anyway.
It’s like from a manual, a guide on proclaiming your love, when Taemin suddenly decides it’s a perfect morning to shake Kibum’s life upside down. He sits himself beside Kibum on the worn couch, the two of them the only ones in the dorm. Then there’s a soft palm on the back of Kibum’s hand, a warm body pressing close to his side, and soft breaths tickling his ear. “You know what?” Taemin begins, and Kibum can feel the smile on his lips. “I’m right here.”
No more words can be exchanged before the other three burst through the front door, all loud chatter and laughter, and instantly Taemin is gone again to greet them. Kibum, though, stays rooted on the spot for a good while before slowly dragging himself into the kitchen to find dinner.
Hours later, in the middle of the night, Taemin slips into Kibum’s bed and this time, the whispered confessions don’t come as a surprise.
In the morning Kibum wonders if it was all just a dream. But the way Taemin’s smile turns up that one extra notch when their gazes meet is enough to prove him otherwise.
Those longing glances turn into stolen little moments whenever they manage. Suddenly they’re habitually hiding in closets backstage just for two minutes of alone time, or take up brushing their teeth together in the evening just to stand there right next to one another, shoulders touching and exchanging silly grins in the mirror. They become experts at hiding what’s steadily growing between them, how they’re falling helplessly without even really trying to stop it.
No one else needs to know, it’s only theirs to keep.
Soon kisses aren’t enough anymore, hesitant touches become more straightforward and needy. When Kibum first jerks Taemin off in the toilet of the recording studio, during a fifteen minute break, it feels like they’ve fallen into another realm altogether. They’re late and get scolded for it, but the way Taemin’s eyes sparkle and his cheeks remain flushed is way worth it in Kibum’s opinion. Even if he has to deal with painfully tight pants for the next hour or so.
It doesn’t take long for it to become routine though, like an exciting game that keeps them on their toes. Every moment they steal for themselves is a threat, is something that might once turn into a disaster, but it doesn’t mean they want to stop.
If anything, they just want more, day after day.
The first time they sneak out of the dorm together doesn’t happen on accident. It’s the result of careful planning, hours upon hours spent thinking of the best way to do it so no one will notice. Finally luck is on their side, though, in form of so busy schedules for their group mates that they know they won’t be missed if they’re back before morning.
It is then that Kibum comes to Taemin, sneaks up behind him and plants a small kiss on the nape of his neck, just the way he knows will make Taemin shiver and arch his back just minutely to gain more. He pulls back to a respectable distance soon enough, his grin so wide it could be blinding, and instinctively Taemin finds himself mirroring it. “We’re going away,” Kibum almost sings, taking a few dancing steps as he passes by Taemin into the kitchen. “I made a reservation.”
The words make Taemin still completely, before his heart starts thrumming in his chest like mad. “Tonight?” He asks although he knows the answer already. He also knows it’s not a dinner reservation Kibum means, or tickets to a movie, or any other regular stuff they could’ve done with any of their friends.
He knows what it means. And it makes him feel like he might just burst out of his skin from excitement, laced with genuine nervousness. He doesn’t even manage to make a move before Jonghyun shoves him out of the way, rattling off apologies and explanations on why he is already running late.
It simply makes Taemin smile.
It isn’t the first time they share a hotel room, but it is the first time they share a hotel room this small and shabby, and the first time they actually pay for it themselves. Taemin doesn’t know how Kibum got the room reserved, with a fake name at that, but he doesn’t even really care as he’s being dragged into the elevator, his palm clammy against Kibum’s. Both of them are wearing hoodies to cover their new haircuts - Kibum’s easily recognizable half-shaved head and Taemin’s long extensions. Thankfully no one seems to pay them any attention.
The room isn’t anything grand, but they don’t exactly need for it to be five star accommodation. All they’ll be using is the bed, anyway, and the mere thought of that makes Taemin feel a whole whirlwind of emotions. He’s been looking forward to a chance like this for what feels like an eternity and he knows he isn’t the only one. It’s all written in the way Kibum looks at him like he’s something special, the way the hold of their hands tightens as they step through the door.
“We are really going to do this,” Kibum whispers, his voice barely audible over the way their hearts pound and the blood rushes in their ears. The longer strands of his hair are falling into his eyes and he shakes his head slightly. He is grinning, in the way that makes him look like a mischievous boy, full with dimples and sparkling eyes. That is underlined by the genuine awe, like he can’t really believe he got this lucky, tries to grasp the magnitude of the moment the best he can.
Taemin is the same, a nervous but giddy laugh bubbling from his chest and he slides his arms around Kibum’s neck, and pulls him closer against himself until their lips are touching. “Yes we are. Unless you’re chickening out on me.”
Instantly, Kibum laughs, and the sound resonates from the bare walls in the hotel room. There is no going back and he shows that in the way he kisses Taemin breathless.
Had he been asked a couple of years ago, Kibum would’ve never believed he’d end up here, like this. He’s propped up on all fours on the mattress, his butt high in the air and his forehead resting on his palm as he bites his lower lip and tries to appear a lot calmer than he really is. They’ve heard it’s easier this way, the first time, but it doesn’t stop a slight tinge of embarrassment from flooding through Kibum as he’s waiting, completely exposed and more vulnerable than he’d like.
All of that is soothed the second Taemin slides warm palms up his thighs, admiringly caresses his lower back right where his spine curves. The touches are slow and measured, in clear contrast to the feverish kisses and shameless grinding from just mere minutes ago. Still it doesn’t mean it’s any less intense, electricity sparking in the air between them from every single faint brush of skin on skin.
When Taemin leans in and presses a series of soft, wet kisses down Kibum’s spine, his hair tickling Kibum’s sides, it earns him a full-body shudder and an approving sigh. It’s visible how it makes Kibum relax, how the tension seeps off his muscles and leaves him just waiting, wanting. So Taemin uses the given opportunity to slide the first slicked finger in, holding his breath in anticipation at how incredible already that feels.
At first Kibum tenses but it passes by so fast it’s barely there. This isn’t completely foreign for him; he has fingered himself before and he knows how good it can be. Yet the knowledge of what’s bound to follow after, much more than just thin fingers, makes his throat lace up and nervousness stir in the pit of his stomach. “You don’t need to be so slow, Taemin.” He tries to aim for a cocky tone, but his voice cracks just the tiniest bit and it makes him curse himself inwardly. There goes his cool act.
Taemin seems to take the hint anyway - maybe he can read Kibum better than expected and knows his urgency isn’t only because of the insistent need burning them both from the inside, but also because of the hints of anxiousness he can’t completely shake. Still Taemin treats this as he treats everything else that matters to him: with extreme care and focus, determined to have it exactly right. Kibum knows he’s in good hands, he hasn’t doubted that even for a second.
Eventually, Taemin curls his fingers just so, making something explode in Kibum’s consciousness. After that, he doesn’t remember ever being nervous to begin with. Especially when Taemin uses the newly found knowledge to his advantage. Shamelessly.
It’s the outcry that rips itself from Kibum’s throat that causes Taemin to stop, pause in mid-movement halfway buried inside of Kibum, fingers gripping his hips tight. “Are you okay?” Taemin’s voice is shaky, so laced with concentrated need that it’s impossible to miss he’s having severe troubles just holding himself back.
Involuntarily, Kibum snorts at the question, how it couldn’t be more mistimed. “No,” he scoffs but knows fully well that amusement is evident in his tone. “No I’m not unless you go on!” He underlines the words by pushing back, using the grip he has on the bedding as leverage to get force behind the movement. It’s enough to sink Taemin’s cock deeper inside of him, those last couple of inches, and that seems to be more than enough to snap Taemin into motion again.
Taemin practically latches himself on Kibum’s back then, wraps an arm around his waist and keeps peppering kisses on his sweaty shoulder blade. It keeps them so close the thrusts lose the harsh edge and the power, but it doesn’t make the slide of their bodies any less intense. Contrarily, this forces them to focus on every shift of Taemin’s hips that increases the glorious friction in all the good ways.
“So good,” Taemin breathes right against the side of Kibum’s head, nuzzling his nose into the bleached short hair, “you feel so good.”
Kibum thinks it’s something that should make him laugh, cliché as it’s heard in probably every adult movie out there. Instead there isn’t a tinge of amusement in his reaction as he shudders forcefully, his back arching as he tries to demolish the last bits of distance between them, until it feels like they’re merging together effortlessly.
Every incoherent word Taemin babbles into Kibum’s ear pushes him further, like magic. He drops his head forward and buries his face into the pillow to muffle the loudest of his moans, but Taemin seems to have other ideas as he gently coaxes Kibum to turn his head to the side instead. “Don’t.” Is all he says before a sloppy kiss follows, one with way too much tongue and teeth but still so, so good.
Eventually Kibum isn’t even certain what tips him over the edge but suddenly he’s drowning in the sensations. When Taemin follows him a few heartbeats later, nothing else really matters.
The stained sheets are tangled around them like a web, tying them together where they rest in the middle of the bumpy mattress, Kibum shamelessly using Taemin’s shoulder as a bony pillow. Kibum is tracing patterns on Taemin’s skin with his fingertips and it tickles, makes Taemin want to laugh and swat the hand away, but he bites his tongue and tries to hold as still as he possibly can.
He enjoys this way too much to break the moment.
Neither of them speaks as they soak in the last moments of togetherness, try to imprint the feeling of skin on skin in their memory so they can come back to this whenever, wherever. Not a single word is exchanged even when Kibum’s phone starts blaring the alarm to signal them they need to go back.
All they share is one last lingering kiss. One that serves as a promise.
This might’ve been the first time, but this certainly won’t be the last.
Like every story, theirs has a beginning. But it doesn’t seem to have an end.
---
(2279 words)
add | masterlist | request | random | tumblr? ;3
as I said, for Mia~ idk, don’t remember anymore what for but she’s awesome so she deserves fic anyway :3
this has been basically finished for weeks now, just only now got around to posting it~
poke me make me write I’m in such a rut lately gdi
@DW.