Get It
Title: Get It
Pairing: Taemin/Key
Rating: NC-17
Notes: There was a million and one ways I could have written this and I’ll probably write the other ways but this was what immediately came to mind. Enjoy!
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Drip, drip, drop.
Key watched the sweat slip and slide down Taemin’s neck, the long column shimmering in the bright lights of the dance studio. It wasn’t necessary for them to be there but with their repackage album and their new songs they had wanted to play around with some choreography. The song that Key and Minho had written, together, was garnering interest for the two dancers mainly because of the heavy hip hop thrum it had to it, so unlike anything else SHINee had done before. It was completely out of their spectrum and yet they pulled it off and oh, Key and Minho were so fucking proud of their finished product that it was no wonder they had such swagger to their walk when they headed out of the recording studio, no wonder they had such confidence in their repackage.
But the song was a challenge, it was a task, it was hard to control with all of the contrast between vocals and rapping and hard bass beats and the buzz of the amp blasting through their ear drums to sizzle through their entire bodies and right now, when Taemin and Key were supposed to be making up some choreography for it in case they performed it on stage it got lost, their minds got lost in the intoxicating music, their bodies followed suit quickly and they were pressed so close together that they were sharing the same oxygen.
Or were they even breathing?
All Key could register was the way their chests pressed together, all Key could register was the handfuls of Taemin’s ass he was gripping, all Key could register was the way both their bodies curved into a perfect roll, s-lines arching and popping against each other as their heaving chests, flat stomachs and sharp hips all pressed together in rapid succession. This sort of dancing wouldn’t be allowed on stage, they couldn’t do this, it was highly inappropriate but then again at this point neither of them cared about sharing any sort of choreography with the world, not with the way they were moving together, not with the way Taemin’s body was arching and rolling.
Key’s feet were planted shoulder width apart and Taemin’s knee was between them, his own knee between Taemin’s slender thighs as they grinded on each other, each of them experts in their own league as they teased and danced on each other. Key could feel the hot slide of Taemin’s clothed erection against his thigh through their jeans, could feel the slow, sensual need of the younger boy as they moved together. He could feel Taemin’s hand on the nape of his neck keeping him close, so close he could almost see the sweat escaping the pretty pores on Taemin’s face. And he could feel Taemin’s strong thigh between his legs as he ground himself down in return, hardly any parts of their bodies not touching as they were locked in the solitary confines of the dance studio, surrounded by mirrors and lights and with the heavy bass thrumming on repeat on the CD player.
It was so wrong but this was something that wasn’t uncommon for them, yet still rare enough that when it happened they seized the opportunity and went with it. The slide of his hands on Taemin’s body, the maknae’s hot breath in his ear, Key’s teeth were permanently clenched tight, jaw sore hours later from how tightly he ground his teeth together because as his hands wandered Taemin’s wandered too and hands grabbed at asses to pull groins together faster, harder, more desperate with every roll, every thrust.
Key’s head dropped back and with each roll their hips punctuated in a slight pop and then a swivel, and this was definitely a routine that was going to be kept between them, this was definitely something that wasn’t going to be shared with the world even though Key thought it was the best dance they had come up with together. When Key’s head tilted back he felt Taemin’s lips attach to his neck and that was the second barrier to be broken - the first skin on skin, the second lips on skin, and then the third barrier was Taemin’s fingers popping the button and fly of Key’s pants to push them down those sharp his, fingertips greedily mapping the fleshy expanse of creamy skin.
The rapper’s fingers moved as well and their bodies continued to roll even as they moved, as Key started to walk backwards and Taemin started to walk forward and soon Key’s back met the cool surface of the mirrored wall and a shudder ran through his body. His shirt was discarded, the sweat from his skin suctioning his back and shoulders to the mirror as Taemin pushed his pants down his thighs, Key working his feet to toe out of his shoes. Taemin’s gaze wasn’t directed at Key’s eyes - it never was, instead he favored looking at the smooth skin of Key’s chest, the way his nipples hardened when his hot breath washed over it, the way his ribs heaved with his expanding lungs, and of course Taemin could hardly ever take his eyes off of Key’s cock, hard and drooling pre-cum down the side of the shaft.
As usual, during these escapades, Key was completely stripped and shoved against the mirror, a grunt leaving his lips as Taemin finally kissed him, parting his lips and shoving his tongue inside. This side of Taemin was only brought out through dance, through music, through this special and calculated choreography that they participated in with each other, this side of Taemin that was rough and domineering and completely sensual. Key’s legs wrapped around that slender waist, the maknae’s hip bones digging into his thighs hard enough to leave bruises with their sharpness but Key paid no mind, his dick getting trapped between their stomachs as Taemin’s teeth nipped and bit at the flesh of Key’s mouth.
They were still dancing, even against the mirror like this, and Key should win a fucking medal for the way he could move without even touching the floor. His body rolls were graceful, slightly slick against the surface of the mirror, sweat making it a bit slippery as his shoulders dug into the mirror and his back arched and his head lolled. With Taemin pressing so close, keeping him upright, it was easy, it was simple, they had this all figured out, they knew when and how to complement each other and as their skin flushed and their eyes darkened and as Taemin undid his pants, Key reached between them to tug at his erection a few times.
There was no finesse, sometimes, when it came to these frenzied fucks against the mirror, on the floor, on the couch in the corner. This was one of the times where there actually was a rhyme and a reason, as the head of Taemin’s cock suddenly pushed through the first ring of muscles and Key shuddered with the stretch, the burn spreading throughout his body and flushing his skin further, multiplying his sweat glands and creating a more slippery surface. At this rate they were going to have to move to the floor and Taemin knew that but first he impaled Key on his cock at just the right angle to have the rapper immediately seeing stars, his thick thighs squeezing Taemin’s svelte waist even tighter as he rocked down on Taemin’s dick. Curses were filtered between their kisses, the only audible thing above their heavy breathing, and Taemin only thrusted once before he wrapped his arms around Key and brought them down to the ground and out a bit, their knees and elbows bumping against the hardwood floor with no grace and yet the fluidity of purpose at the same time.
With surprising strength Taemin flipped Key onto his stomach and grabbed those curvy hips to bring the rapper to his hands and knees, and as it were they were lengthwise to the mirror, Key turning his head to see the side of his naked body, the side of Taemin’s fully clothed one, and at the same time watching as Taemin’s cock disappeared into his ass. His eyes watered and stung and he pushed back against Taemin’s dick, watching their reflection, watching Taemin’s strawberry blond hair ripple and bounce, the sweat not taking away any of its sheen as they moved together. He watched as his own thighs flexed to push back against the dick that was impaling him but eventually he had to turn his sight away from the mirror to rest his forehead on his folded forearms, gritting his teeth as he rocked back onto Taemin’s cock.
It was such a familiar position, feeling Taemin behind him, feeling the maknae pour every ounce of dominance he had in that tiny body into Key’s asshole. It was so familiar, Taemin’s long fingers curling around the top of his shoulder to keep him in place, the maknae’s other hand holding onto his hip, ensuring that if Key’s knees moved and slid on the floor that he would be pulled right back into the same spot. Their bodies were still rolling together, still moving along to the beat and Taemin’s thrusts met every third count of the music, Key’s meeting movements landing on every quarter beat, enhancing the pleasure for both of them.
On the floor like this, they could feel the amps pumping the bass of the song through the speakers, they could feel the vibrations in their fingertips and their knees, in their elbows and throughout their spines. On the floor like this it was like they were in direct contact with the bass line, it was like the music was coming from inside of them, shaking them from the very core, it felt like every percussion rattled their bones and shook up their brains and they couldn’t feel anything but the blinding pleasure between them, couldn’t feel anything but the music and the way their bodies moved together.
Taemin reached for one of Key’s legs and lifted it up, effectively rolling the older boy onto his side, leg now straight up in the air and resting on Taemin’s shoulder, the other lying on the ground as he was opened up in an entirely new way for the maknae to plow into him. The curve of Key’s body was more pronounced like this, and Taemin glanced to their reflection and Key could see the way his eyes smoldered, looking over the s-line, looking at the dip between Key’s ribcage and his hip. Key’s skin tingled from the reflective stare and he knew that the tingle turned into a searing hot iron when Taemin’s gaze moved from the reflection to look directly at it, his hand reaching down to slide along Key’s side.
Key’s head dropped to the floor, his torso twisting a bit as he let out a long, languid moan that was drowned out by a particularly hard thump in bass and along with the thump Taemin’s thrusts turned powerful, one of his legs bending to plant his foot in the ground, keeping himself in one spot as he drove into Key beat after beat after beat. Key reached down to stroke his cock, his body now pliant and the dance becoming one-sided - or at least, active and passive, Taemin active in his role of pumping his cock in and out of Key’s hole, the rapper passive as he twisted and arched his body in the right ways to accommodate such movements.
The end was nearing fast and Key’s torso shifted so his back was against the floor, shoulder blades digging into the wood as the leg that wasn’t being held up by Taemin wrapped round the maknae’s waist, an encouragement to the driving force that was currently wracking his brain. Every thrust was precise and calculated with the music, and it was like every third count was striking his prostate dead on, colors exploding behind closed eyelids before he cracked his wet eyes open, taking in Taemin, taking in everything about the younger’s face, about his body and the way he was moving inside of Key.
Taemin’s brows were furrowed slightly, his bottom lip caught between two rows of white, pretty teeth. His cheeks were flushed and his pupils were blown, so dilated his eyes were black, darkened with lust as they roved over Key’s body, leaving invisible burn marks everywhere they went, invisible imprints that Key knew he’d feel for days after they were done with this rendezvous. His fingers were digging into the underside of Key’s knee as he kept that leg upright, keeping the older boy’s body open and pliant and at the perfect angle for his cock to hit just the right spot. He was perfect, he was handsome, he was strong and in his element in the only way he knew how - with measures and bar rests and quarter notes. It was how Key preferred him, his concentration focusing on just two simple things: pleasure, and dance.
The two intermingled so easily between Key and Taemin, especially in moments like this when musical ingenious had been achieved, in moments where the urge to make something beautiful, something perfect made their teeth chatter, their fingers itch and their toes tap. For Key and Taemin dancing wasn’t second nature, it was initial reaction, and it was their initial reaction for each other in nearly every circumstance and as they fucked on the floor of the studio, staying planted only because Taemin’s tennis shoe had a good grip on the wood floor, their dance was intricate, it was raw and it was perfect for this music that flooded their senses, got their blood pumping.
Release was close for both of them and the song had been on repeat for who knew how long and soon Taemin’s thrusts fell out of sync with the music and that’s when Key knew he was close, and in knowing the maknae was close, in knowing that their dance was such a thing to get Taemin so thirsty for Key ‘s body it triggered the rapper’s orgasm, forever smug in the fact that no matter how close the other members were to Taemin, this was their secret, this was their closeness, and it was everything perfect.
Key’s body clenched and tightened around Taemin’s cock and his own dick throbbed before releasing his seed, hot and sticky onto his fingers, onto his hand and onto his stomach, the rapper’s head turning to the side as he let out a long, drawn out moan of Taemin’s name, breathless and panting. It didn’t take long for Taemin to get to the breaking point and he pulled out at the last second, Key expertly sitting up on his knees to wrap his lips around the head of Taemin’s cock and swallow everything the maknae had to offer, some cum slipping out the corner of his mouth and dripping down his chin.
Clean up was simple and easy and as they stood up, the song still on repeat in the background, the bass still thrumming through their veins. Key picked up his boxers from the floor and was about to put them on, when Taemin pushed him up against the mirror and licked a stripe on his skin from his collar bone to his jaw, collecting the bit of cum that escaped Key’s lips on his tongue. His voice was low and husky as he spoke directly into Key’s ear, making the older boy’s knees weak and his cock spring back to life as Taemin grabbed Key’s wrists and yanked his hands to grasp onto the maknae’s ass, fingers immediately kneading into the flesh.
“Get it.”
Pairing: Taemin/Key
Rating: NC-17
Notes: There was a million and one ways I could have written this and I’ll probably write the other ways but this was what immediately came to mind. Enjoy!
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Drip, drip, drop.
Key watched the sweat slip and slide down Taemin’s neck, the long column shimmering in the bright lights of the dance studio. It wasn’t necessary for them to be there but with their repackage album and their new songs they had wanted to play around with some choreography. The song that Key and Minho had written, together, was garnering interest for the two dancers mainly because of the heavy hip hop thrum it had to it, so unlike anything else SHINee had done before. It was completely out of their spectrum and yet they pulled it off and oh, Key and Minho were so fucking proud of their finished product that it was no wonder they had such swagger to their walk when they headed out of the recording studio, no wonder they had such confidence in their repackage.
But the song was a challenge, it was a task, it was hard to control with all of the contrast between vocals and rapping and hard bass beats and the buzz of the amp blasting through their ear drums to sizzle through their entire bodies and right now, when Taemin and Key were supposed to be making up some choreography for it in case they performed it on stage it got lost, their minds got lost in the intoxicating music, their bodies followed suit quickly and they were pressed so close together that they were sharing the same oxygen.
Or were they even breathing?
All Key could register was the way their chests pressed together, all Key could register was the handfuls of Taemin’s ass he was gripping, all Key could register was the way both their bodies curved into a perfect roll, s-lines arching and popping against each other as their heaving chests, flat stomachs and sharp hips all pressed together in rapid succession. This sort of dancing wouldn’t be allowed on stage, they couldn’t do this, it was highly inappropriate but then again at this point neither of them cared about sharing any sort of choreography with the world, not with the way they were moving together, not with the way Taemin’s body was arching and rolling.
Key’s feet were planted shoulder width apart and Taemin’s knee was between them, his own knee between Taemin’s slender thighs as they grinded on each other, each of them experts in their own league as they teased and danced on each other. Key could feel the hot slide of Taemin’s clothed erection against his thigh through their jeans, could feel the slow, sensual need of the younger boy as they moved together. He could feel Taemin’s hand on the nape of his neck keeping him close, so close he could almost see the sweat escaping the pretty pores on Taemin’s face. And he could feel Taemin’s strong thigh between his legs as he ground himself down in return, hardly any parts of their bodies not touching as they were locked in the solitary confines of the dance studio, surrounded by mirrors and lights and with the heavy bass thrumming on repeat on the CD player.
It was so wrong but this was something that wasn’t uncommon for them, yet still rare enough that when it happened they seized the opportunity and went with it. The slide of his hands on Taemin’s body, the maknae’s hot breath in his ear, Key’s teeth were permanently clenched tight, jaw sore hours later from how tightly he ground his teeth together because as his hands wandered Taemin’s wandered too and hands grabbed at asses to pull groins together faster, harder, more desperate with every roll, every thrust.
Key’s head dropped back and with each roll their hips punctuated in a slight pop and then a swivel, and this was definitely a routine that was going to be kept between them, this was definitely something that wasn’t going to be shared with the world even though Key thought it was the best dance they had come up with together. When Key’s head tilted back he felt Taemin’s lips attach to his neck and that was the second barrier to be broken - the first skin on skin, the second lips on skin, and then the third barrier was Taemin’s fingers popping the button and fly of Key’s pants to push them down those sharp his, fingertips greedily mapping the fleshy expanse of creamy skin.
The rapper’s fingers moved as well and their bodies continued to roll even as they moved, as Key started to walk backwards and Taemin started to walk forward and soon Key’s back met the cool surface of the mirrored wall and a shudder ran through his body. His shirt was discarded, the sweat from his skin suctioning his back and shoulders to the mirror as Taemin pushed his pants down his thighs, Key working his feet to toe out of his shoes. Taemin’s gaze wasn’t directed at Key’s eyes - it never was, instead he favored looking at the smooth skin of Key’s chest, the way his nipples hardened when his hot breath washed over it, the way his ribs heaved with his expanding lungs, and of course Taemin could hardly ever take his eyes off of Key’s cock, hard and drooling pre-cum down the side of the shaft.
As usual, during these escapades, Key was completely stripped and shoved against the mirror, a grunt leaving his lips as Taemin finally kissed him, parting his lips and shoving his tongue inside. This side of Taemin was only brought out through dance, through music, through this special and calculated choreography that they participated in with each other, this side of Taemin that was rough and domineering and completely sensual. Key’s legs wrapped around that slender waist, the maknae’s hip bones digging into his thighs hard enough to leave bruises with their sharpness but Key paid no mind, his dick getting trapped between their stomachs as Taemin’s teeth nipped and bit at the flesh of Key’s mouth.
They were still dancing, even against the mirror like this, and Key should win a fucking medal for the way he could move without even touching the floor. His body rolls were graceful, slightly slick against the surface of the mirror, sweat making it a bit slippery as his shoulders dug into the mirror and his back arched and his head lolled. With Taemin pressing so close, keeping him upright, it was easy, it was simple, they had this all figured out, they knew when and how to complement each other and as their skin flushed and their eyes darkened and as Taemin undid his pants, Key reached between them to tug at his erection a few times.
There was no finesse, sometimes, when it came to these frenzied fucks against the mirror, on the floor, on the couch in the corner. This was one of the times where there actually was a rhyme and a reason, as the head of Taemin’s cock suddenly pushed through the first ring of muscles and Key shuddered with the stretch, the burn spreading throughout his body and flushing his skin further, multiplying his sweat glands and creating a more slippery surface. At this rate they were going to have to move to the floor and Taemin knew that but first he impaled Key on his cock at just the right angle to have the rapper immediately seeing stars, his thick thighs squeezing Taemin’s svelte waist even tighter as he rocked down on Taemin’s dick. Curses were filtered between their kisses, the only audible thing above their heavy breathing, and Taemin only thrusted once before he wrapped his arms around Key and brought them down to the ground and out a bit, their knees and elbows bumping against the hardwood floor with no grace and yet the fluidity of purpose at the same time.
With surprising strength Taemin flipped Key onto his stomach and grabbed those curvy hips to bring the rapper to his hands and knees, and as it were they were lengthwise to the mirror, Key turning his head to see the side of his naked body, the side of Taemin’s fully clothed one, and at the same time watching as Taemin’s cock disappeared into his ass. His eyes watered and stung and he pushed back against Taemin’s dick, watching their reflection, watching Taemin’s strawberry blond hair ripple and bounce, the sweat not taking away any of its sheen as they moved together. He watched as his own thighs flexed to push back against the dick that was impaling him but eventually he had to turn his sight away from the mirror to rest his forehead on his folded forearms, gritting his teeth as he rocked back onto Taemin’s cock.
It was such a familiar position, feeling Taemin behind him, feeling the maknae pour every ounce of dominance he had in that tiny body into Key’s asshole. It was so familiar, Taemin’s long fingers curling around the top of his shoulder to keep him in place, the maknae’s other hand holding onto his hip, ensuring that if Key’s knees moved and slid on the floor that he would be pulled right back into the same spot. Their bodies were still rolling together, still moving along to the beat and Taemin’s thrusts met every third count of the music, Key’s meeting movements landing on every quarter beat, enhancing the pleasure for both of them.
On the floor like this, they could feel the amps pumping the bass of the song through the speakers, they could feel the vibrations in their fingertips and their knees, in their elbows and throughout their spines. On the floor like this it was like they were in direct contact with the bass line, it was like the music was coming from inside of them, shaking them from the very core, it felt like every percussion rattled their bones and shook up their brains and they couldn’t feel anything but the blinding pleasure between them, couldn’t feel anything but the music and the way their bodies moved together.
Taemin reached for one of Key’s legs and lifted it up, effectively rolling the older boy onto his side, leg now straight up in the air and resting on Taemin’s shoulder, the other lying on the ground as he was opened up in an entirely new way for the maknae to plow into him. The curve of Key’s body was more pronounced like this, and Taemin glanced to their reflection and Key could see the way his eyes smoldered, looking over the s-line, looking at the dip between Key’s ribcage and his hip. Key’s skin tingled from the reflective stare and he knew that the tingle turned into a searing hot iron when Taemin’s gaze moved from the reflection to look directly at it, his hand reaching down to slide along Key’s side.
Key’s head dropped to the floor, his torso twisting a bit as he let out a long, languid moan that was drowned out by a particularly hard thump in bass and along with the thump Taemin’s thrusts turned powerful, one of his legs bending to plant his foot in the ground, keeping himself in one spot as he drove into Key beat after beat after beat. Key reached down to stroke his cock, his body now pliant and the dance becoming one-sided - or at least, active and passive, Taemin active in his role of pumping his cock in and out of Key’s hole, the rapper passive as he twisted and arched his body in the right ways to accommodate such movements.
The end was nearing fast and Key’s torso shifted so his back was against the floor, shoulder blades digging into the wood as the leg that wasn’t being held up by Taemin wrapped round the maknae’s waist, an encouragement to the driving force that was currently wracking his brain. Every thrust was precise and calculated with the music, and it was like every third count was striking his prostate dead on, colors exploding behind closed eyelids before he cracked his wet eyes open, taking in Taemin, taking in everything about the younger’s face, about his body and the way he was moving inside of Key.
Taemin’s brows were furrowed slightly, his bottom lip caught between two rows of white, pretty teeth. His cheeks were flushed and his pupils were blown, so dilated his eyes were black, darkened with lust as they roved over Key’s body, leaving invisible burn marks everywhere they went, invisible imprints that Key knew he’d feel for days after they were done with this rendezvous. His fingers were digging into the underside of Key’s knee as he kept that leg upright, keeping the older boy’s body open and pliant and at the perfect angle for his cock to hit just the right spot. He was perfect, he was handsome, he was strong and in his element in the only way he knew how - with measures and bar rests and quarter notes. It was how Key preferred him, his concentration focusing on just two simple things: pleasure, and dance.
The two intermingled so easily between Key and Taemin, especially in moments like this when musical ingenious had been achieved, in moments where the urge to make something beautiful, something perfect made their teeth chatter, their fingers itch and their toes tap. For Key and Taemin dancing wasn’t second nature, it was initial reaction, and it was their initial reaction for each other in nearly every circumstance and as they fucked on the floor of the studio, staying planted only because Taemin’s tennis shoe had a good grip on the wood floor, their dance was intricate, it was raw and it was perfect for this music that flooded their senses, got their blood pumping.
Release was close for both of them and the song had been on repeat for who knew how long and soon Taemin’s thrusts fell out of sync with the music and that’s when Key knew he was close, and in knowing the maknae was close, in knowing that their dance was such a thing to get Taemin so thirsty for Key ‘s body it triggered the rapper’s orgasm, forever smug in the fact that no matter how close the other members were to Taemin, this was their secret, this was their closeness, and it was everything perfect.
Key’s body clenched and tightened around Taemin’s cock and his own dick throbbed before releasing his seed, hot and sticky onto his fingers, onto his hand and onto his stomach, the rapper’s head turning to the side as he let out a long, drawn out moan of Taemin’s name, breathless and panting. It didn’t take long for Taemin to get to the breaking point and he pulled out at the last second, Key expertly sitting up on his knees to wrap his lips around the head of Taemin’s cock and swallow everything the maknae had to offer, some cum slipping out the corner of his mouth and dripping down his chin.
Clean up was simple and easy and as they stood up, the song still on repeat in the background, the bass still thrumming through their veins. Key picked up his boxers from the floor and was about to put them on, when Taemin pushed him up against the mirror and licked a stripe on his skin from his collar bone to his jaw, collecting the bit of cum that escaped Key’s lips on his tongue. His voice was low and husky as he spoke directly into Key’s ear, making the older boy’s knees weak and his cock spring back to life as Taemin grabbed Key’s wrists and yanked his hands to grasp onto the maknae’s ass, fingers immediately kneading into the flesh.
“Get it.”