The experiment that made Taemin not so innocent
Title: The experiment that makes Taemin not so innocent
Author thinkingfood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Taemin/Minho
Summary: What starts off as a experiment turns into so much more
A/N: I actually wrote this one day during science last year, way before I had the idea for Not So Innocent but I thought this fit in perfectly and decide to make it the prequel.Sorry for any mistakes enjoy ^___^
The hyungs were always telling him that in order to learn new things you needed to experience them , and that’s exactly what Taemin had in mind . Today the dorm , empty of all personal, left Taemin completely alone to do what ever he wanted. Perfect. After coaxing an overly worried Key out of the door the maknae practically sprinted to his room, making sure to shut the door before taking out his stolen discovery: an issue of playboy hidden underneath the bed of Jonghyun.
Nervously, Taemin fumbled with the button on his pants, his sweaty fingers pulling his pants off ,throwing them carelessly to the ground. Preoccupied with the difficult challenge of stroking himself fluently, Taemin doesn’t hear the quiet creak of a opening door.
“Taeminnie what are you doing?” A shocked Minho questioned walking in the room of the maknae.
“No- nothing”. Reaching behind him, Taemin grabbed a pillow from atop the bed and covered his growing erection. Minho knew what the younger boy was doing. He looked away embarrassed by how the image of watching Taemin jerk himself turned him on. Though Minho wanted to stay an watch the other’s activity, his better judgment got the best of him and he turned to leave.
“Wait Hyung!:” the younger yelled. Minho turned to face him .“Will you help me?” The older of the two knew that he shouldn’t say yes, just imagining the numerous forms of torture Key would perform on him for taking the precious maknae’s innocence away sent shivers down his back. Helping him was not only wrong , but illegal .His lips formed to say no but the word never came. Instead the brunette hesitantly removed the pillow over Taemin’s crouch and wrapped his slender fingers around the other’s enlarged member. This would only be a one time thing right?
Gently Minho tugged Taemin’ length, letting his hand move up and down in a slow rhythm. The younger’s breath hitched at the intimate contact, savoring how delicious the pressure felt.
“Faster,” the younger one moaned. Passion stained his features, the innocence in his eyes fading to lust. The sight phased Minho. As he sounds of pleasure purring from the maknae grew in sound, Minho couldn’t help but be turned him on. Minho knew he was going to hell for enjoying these sounds so much, but right now he could care less. The mental war in Minho’s head lowered his speed on Taemin. Should I be doing this? Minho questioned himself. Taemin noticing the slackening pace whimpered. “Please don’t stop hyung!”
The begging tone of the maknae only ignited the rapper more. Again Minho sped his hand along the length of Taemin’s shaft . “Harder hyung. Harder!” Taemin pleaded his eyes darkening with desire. Vigorously Minho pumped his fist against Taemin’s hardened cock.
“It’s coming hyung”, Taemin gasped pushing his hips forward into the older’s clenched hand. His breaths coming in short rasps.
“Do it,” Minho commanded, struggling to keep up his speed. The youngest nodded, feeling his orgasm approaching. Taemin arched his back, head up to the ceiling, his muscles tensing as he released into Minho’s hand. Falling back onto the bed, Taemin collapsed, exhaustion taking over his body.
“Good job,” Minho chuckled, throwing Taemin a pair of new boxers before heading to the bathroom to release his own growing arousal.
Author thinkingfood
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Focus: Taemin/Minho
Summary: What starts off as a experiment turns into so much more
A/N: I actually wrote this one day during science last year, way before I had the idea for Not So Innocent but I thought this fit in perfectly and decide to make it the prequel.Sorry for any mistakes enjoy ^___^
The hyungs were always telling him that in order to learn new things you needed to experience them , and that’s exactly what Taemin had in mind . Today the dorm , empty of all personal, left Taemin completely alone to do what ever he wanted. Perfect. After coaxing an overly worried Key out of the door the maknae practically sprinted to his room, making sure to shut the door before taking out his stolen discovery: an issue of playboy hidden underneath the bed of Jonghyun.
Nervously, Taemin fumbled with the button on his pants, his sweaty fingers pulling his pants off ,throwing them carelessly to the ground. Preoccupied with the difficult challenge of stroking himself fluently, Taemin doesn’t hear the quiet creak of a opening door.
“Taeminnie what are you doing?” A shocked Minho questioned walking in the room of the maknae.
“No- nothing”. Reaching behind him, Taemin grabbed a pillow from atop the bed and covered his growing erection. Minho knew what the younger boy was doing. He looked away embarrassed by how the image of watching Taemin jerk himself turned him on. Though Minho wanted to stay an watch the other’s activity, his better judgment got the best of him and he turned to leave.
“Wait Hyung!:” the younger yelled. Minho turned to face him .“Will you help me?” The older of the two knew that he shouldn’t say yes, just imagining the numerous forms of torture Key would perform on him for taking the precious maknae’s innocence away sent shivers down his back. Helping him was not only wrong , but illegal .His lips formed to say no but the word never came. Instead the brunette hesitantly removed the pillow over Taemin’s crouch and wrapped his slender fingers around the other’s enlarged member. This would only be a one time thing right?
Gently Minho tugged Taemin’ length, letting his hand move up and down in a slow rhythm. The younger’s breath hitched at the intimate contact, savoring how delicious the pressure felt.
“Faster,” the younger one moaned. Passion stained his features, the innocence in his eyes fading to lust. The sight phased Minho. As he sounds of pleasure purring from the maknae grew in sound, Minho couldn’t help but be turned him on. Minho knew he was going to hell for enjoying these sounds so much, but right now he could care less. The mental war in Minho’s head lowered his speed on Taemin. Should I be doing this? Minho questioned himself. Taemin noticing the slackening pace whimpered. “Please don’t stop hyung!”
The begging tone of the maknae only ignited the rapper more. Again Minho sped his hand along the length of Taemin’s shaft . “Harder hyung. Harder!” Taemin pleaded his eyes darkening with desire. Vigorously Minho pumped his fist against Taemin’s hardened cock.
“It’s coming hyung”, Taemin gasped pushing his hips forward into the older’s clenched hand. His breaths coming in short rasps.
“Do it,” Minho commanded, struggling to keep up his speed. The youngest nodded, feeling his orgasm approaching. Taemin arched his back, head up to the ceiling, his muscles tensing as he released into Minho’s hand. Falling back onto the bed, Taemin collapsed, exhaustion taking over his body.
“Good job,” Minho chuckled, throwing Taemin a pair of new boxers before heading to the bathroom to release his own growing arousal.