Breathless
The sounds filling are rhythmic and lewd.
The thin boy lets out a small whimper, harmonizing with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Hyung…” he breathes out into the small space separating their lips. “Hyung.”
He’s silenced by teeth nipping his bottom lip, and he groans at the slight pain. “Don’t talk… just enjoy it, okay?” The older man pulls back and looks down at the boy beneath him. Taemin’s skin has a fine layer on sweat building up from where their bodies had been moving against each other. Swollen lips are still moving to get words out.
“Hyung… please.”
Minho can’t think of anything that would make this moment better besides the absence of the tear tracks on Taemin’s face.
“Stop.”
The boy had woken up sometime between his clothes being removed and being penetrated by Minho’s hard cock. Minho met the sleepy, pained gaze with a lopsided grin, which he hoped would calm Taemin. It had the very opposite effect though, and the smaller boy had started to flail and kick his legs. After a few well-placed slaps and punches, he’d gone limp and hasn’t moved since.
Although he originally thought that Taemin being awake would improve the experience, he can’t help but wish the pale boy was still unconscious.
“Please, hy-hyung,” the boy dissolves into a fit of tears as his body rocks with the force of Minho’s thrusts. Tears aren’t very becoming on Taemin; in fact, they make Minho cringe and pull out momentarily. Taemin looks up at him with scared, hopeful eyes, which quickly turns into sobbing again when Minho flips him over and pushes back in.
His obsession with the dancer starts immediately from the time Kibum first introduces his younger boyfriend. Taemin is very friendly and thinks nothing of greeting his boyfriend’s roommate with a tight embrace. Over dinner, he discovers that the two met during a hip hop class at the university’s recreation center.
Though Taemin doesn’t talk much, his face expresses a million things to Minho that words could not. He looks up at Minho through his eyelashes and breaks into a shy grin that the older man cannot help but return.
In his opinion, Kibum doesn’t deserve someone so perfect like Lee Taemin. He’s seen the way Kibum has unintentionally snapped at the boy, making Taemin apologize no matter if the argument was his fault or not.
Nevermind the fact that Taemin often instigates all their arguments or that he’s quick to verbally degrade Kibum at the drop of a hat. Taemin needs someone to treat him like the angel he is.
Taemin needs him.
Earlier that evening, Taemin had come over to get help on his homework from Minho like he usually did. Except this time, Kibum had gone home that weekend to visit his grandmother, leaving the two of them alone together.
Minho had been dreaming of this opportunity for months. Every time the younger boy would come over, Minho had to restrain himself from strangling Kibum over how closely he would stick to Taemin. He had purposely arranged to meet today instead of their usual Tuesday nights, but the freshman had seen nothing strange about the situation.
That made it even easier to convince Taemin to drink his drugged soft drink.
“K-ki-Kibum-ah… Kibum-ah… Kibum.” Minho hits the back of Taemin’s head, which quiets him momentarily before he starts pleading louder for his boyfriend.
“Don’t say his fucking name while I’m in you,” he growls, wrapping his hand around the back of Taemin’s neck.
“Hyung, please! Kibum… I love Kibum, please stop…” his pleads are muffled into the pillow as Minho forces his head further down.
“Can you smell him?” Minho asks. “I know how much you love snuggling up on his bed. Is his scent still there after he’s been gone for a day?”
Taemin struggles to turn his head to the side. “Please don’t hurt, Kibum hyung! I’ll do anything, just please don’t hurt him!” Snot and saliva is streaked across his face, disguising any beauty Minho saw the first time he met the boy.
“I have no intentions of hurting Kibum. I’ve been trying to save you, Taemin-ah. You need me.” He picks up his thrusts, trying to silence the boy so he can enjoy himself.
“I need Kibum!” Taemin shouts and starts to struggle again. The drug seems to completely worn off by the reappearance of the freshman’s strength. “Fuck you! I hate you!”
Every word Taemin says is like a pounding of a hammer against Minho’s skull. He needs silence again. He has to shut the boy up. “Shut up, Taemin, before I kill you,” he threatens low and steadily.
“Help me! Help! Help me!” he screams. He starts to roll around, and Minho’s cock slips out of Taemin and slap against his thigh. “Heeeelp!”
“Shut up!” Minho shouts, equally as loud before he reaches for the closet item to him, Key’s alarm clock, and brings it down over Taemin’s head. In a blind fury, he keeps smashing the clock on the back of Taemin’s head until the fight dies out.
Taemin’s skin is soft and pliable under his fingertips as Minho flips Taemin back over and enters him again up to the hilt.
Finally, the room is quiet enough for him to relish in the sound of his balls rhythmically hitting Taemin’s butt and his breathy moans at the feeling of having no resistance from his partner. He’s saving Taemin. Oh, he’s saving Taemin from everything.
Minho makes love to Taemin all weekend, only stopping when Taemin’s body becomes too frozen to easily slide into him. Fortunately, on Sunday night Taemin becomes limp enough again to continue their activities.
Kibum walks in early Monday morning to the sight of his roommate lying next to the cold graying body, not seeming to the mind the horrid stench as he rubs his hardening cock on Taemin’s thigh and kisses the colorless lips.
“Taemin-ah… Taemin-ah… I love you like this. So pretty.”
1. lol what's wrong with me
2. First Shinee fic! should it be my last omg
3. Please don't tell me how sick I am. I'm very aware.