You Make My Head Go...
Title: (You Make My Head Go) Ring Ding Dong
Pairing: Key/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Romance, fluff, graphic sexual situations
Summary: Umma always watches out for his maknae, especially when it comes to improving his stage performance. Key attempts to give Taemin some vocal coaching, but it's a lot harder than they both expected.
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It's so adorable, when Taemin gets frustrated, Kibum decides. The way his cheeks puff out indignantly, how his eyes widen and narrow at the same time, his lips pouting in a manner that makes them look absolutely sinful on his young, innocent face. What's even more adorable, is how the beloved maknae will automatically eat up the comfort that his hyungs give to him, in the midst of his frustration. Because in all honesty, Taemin was too damn cute to be sitting and pouting and the members all would feel inexplicably guilty for it even if it wasn't their faults. Because that was how Taemin worked, and they all hated him yet loved him for it.
While Taemin excelled in his dancing, he somewhat lacked in singing, compared to the other members. His voice was still a bit untrained, still struggling with the changes of puberty - it wasn't confident and he seemed shy to break out of his shell. Occasionally the other members would encourage him to practice outside of the studio, but they would be met with a blushing huff and an insistence that he needed to keep his dancing skills sharp so that he could help out his hyungs.
So right now, in the dorm while everyone else was out on schedule, Kibum was standing outside of their shared bedroom, ear pressed against the door as he listened to Taemin quietly practicing his scales. He was touched that the maknae was working so hard, but honestly... to do it alone was just silly, when he could ask his band mates for help.
With his usual confidence, Kibum opened the door and knocked once to alert Taemin of his presence, and instantly the younger tensed from his position on Onew's bed, his body stiffening as umma enters. Upon recognizing Kibum, the younger sighed and relaxed, pouting a bit and tapping his fingertips on his calf gently.
"Hi, hyung..." he said softly, his voice sounding a bit defeated. "I didn't know you didn't have schedule today..."
"Minho took my place so I could hang out and clean," Kibum smiled and shut the door behind him, moving over to the bed and sitting on the edge, reaching out to gently touch Taemin's hair and run his fingers through it. "You're practicing really hard, Taeminie."
Taemin nodded, leaning into the protective, gentle touch of Kibum. "I want to improve myself so I don't have to use lip sync so much on stage."
Kibum smiled a bit wider and pinched Taemin's cheek; "But I'd much rather see a perfect dancing performance than worry about how your voice sounds. Your fans love you because of your dancing skills, not because of your voice."
"That's because I don't have a good voice so they have no choice but to pay attention to my dancing," Taemin whined, pulling away from Key's slightly patronizing touch and flopping back on the bed.
It is in this moment, that for some reason, Kibum's mind flashed back towards quite a few specific moments between himself and Taemin. Cross-dressing during School of Rock, dressing up for Boy's Generation performances -- Taemin was really, really cute. He wasn't particularly girly, like Kibum was - Kibum, who was a diva at heart and quite haughty indeed - but his demeanor and features could be considered a bit on the feminine side. To Kibum, there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, that's what drew him to Taemin and made him want to protect the maknae, bring him under his loving protective wing and make sure nothing happened to him.
"Don't be like that," Kibum cooed, reaching out and patting Taemin's thigh gently. Despite the youngers' skinny frame, his legs were quite powerful, probably due to his constant dance practice. Skinny and limber Taemin may be, in order to support those killer moves surely his body had to be somewhat disciplined.
Bringing his hand away, Kibum was a bit surprised at the direction his thoughts were going. This... This was his maknae. The youngest, most innocent out of them all. Well, aside from Jinki, but good God if the guy wasn't oblivious, so technically he didn't count. Clearing his throat, he reached to pull the youngest up and tapped his nose with a knowing smile.
"I'll help you out, okay? I don't want you struggling on your own," Kibum sat up a bit straighter, and took a breath that filled his lungs and his diaphragm. "Ah~" He started the scale, hitting each pitch perfectly. Jonghyun was their lead vocalist for good reason, but the others weren't far behind him. Jonghyun had a unique voice that attracted all sorts of ears. Even Taemin had a pleasant voice, it just needed to be trained. "Ding, ding." He finished the scale and motioned for Taemin to do the same.
He saw the breath that the boy took in, and immediately stopped him.
"Your breathing is wrong, Taeminie," Kibum amended, motioning towards his own chest. "When you breathe you have to fill up every ounce of free space in your body, so that when you exhale and sing, your voice lasts longer and has a good push behind it." He breathed in to show how both his chest and stomach expanded, and then reached out to press his fingers against Taemin's abdomen gently. "Do what I did."
The maknae's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and once again Kibum found the boy absolutely endearing. The skin beneath Taemin's shirt was warm, sending slight jolts through Key's fingertips and surging throughout his body. Blinking and licking his lips, Key put on a smile to cover up the sudden dryness in his mouth.
"Come on," umma encouraged, and Taemin sucked in a breath that made his abdomen and chest puff out at the same time. "There you go. Exhale slowly."
The breath whooshed out from Taemin's rosy lips, and Kibum grinned to try and hide his slight discomfort at the thoughts that were starting to form in his head. The exhalation was long and slow, the youngers' eyes fluttering slightly as a smile broke out on his lips. It looked so sinful, so... good.
"Like that, Kibum?"
Oh God yes, say my name just like that. "Perfect. Now try it with a note."
Taemin inhaled again and exhaled on a light D note, his voice already ten times more confident and full than before. Kibum clapped and hit Taemin gently on the shoulder, "That's it! Taemin, that was perfect!"
Taemin smiled excitedly, "Hyung! Thank you!" He reached out and hugged Kibum fully, knocking them both onto the bed. Both boys laughed loudly, before Key sat up and shook his head.
"It's what I'm here for, Taeminie," he kissed the maknae's cheek gently before he stood up and made his way towards the door. "Now, keep practicing. Dinner will be when everyone gets back.~"
"Okay!"
Kibum shut the door behind him and leaned against it, the smile falling off of his face. Watching Taemin breathe like that... why had it been so arousing? He hoped that the boy didn't notice his hyungs' slight awkwardness and just brushed it off as him being... Well what the hell, Key was hardly ever awkward, but Taemin seemed to not notice anything out of hand. If he did, he was good at hiding it. Key just hoped that the maknae was too busy focusing on his voice to notice the slight flush that covered Kibum's body.
This... just made a lot things more difficult.
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"Hyung~"
Taemin pranced into the living room, where the rest of the boys were sitting in various spots watching Star King. Kibum and Jonghyun were on the couch, cozy as ever; Minho was in the recliner and Jinki was seated between Minho's legs as the younger gave him a massage. They were the picture of relaxed after a day full of schedules - normal zoned out teenagers in front of the television.
Four pairs of eyes landed on Taemin as he entered, and suddenly it was like Taemin realized that they were all his hyung, so if he wanted someone's specific attention, he should have been a bit more clear. Kibum laughed and tilted his head, opening his arm out to gesture for Taemin to join him and Jonghyun on the couch.
"Taeminie. Busy day?" Kibum asked, and the maknae smiled as he sat on the end of the couch on the other side of his hyung, the younger seemingly buzzing with excitement.
"Yes!" he gushed. Kibum chuckled and sat up some, Jonghyun's arm sliding from around his shoulders and the warmth disappearing. "Manager hyung said that my singing has improved!"
Kibum's features lit up as well, and the other three members turned curious gazes towards the pair.
"That's awesome!" Umma was definitely proud of the youngest member, and he pulled Taemin into a one-armed hug. "We should celebrate!"
"Taemin, did you take more lessons?" Jonghyun asked, curious as he tilted his bleached head.
"Kibum hyung helped me learn some breathing exercises that helped out a lot," Taemin explained, and Kibum blushed slightly as the members all turned their eyes on him.
"What?"
"How cute, mother helping out her son with his school work!" Jonghyun teased, and Kibum instantly flushed and smacked the other on the shoulder.
"Shut up, at least I helped him when he needed it!" Kibum pushed away from Jonghyun. "All of us should have helped him, you know, not just me."
Jinki and Minho looked guilty enough, but Jonghyun merely rolled his eyes.
"Calm down, Kibum. We've all been busy-"
"Too busy to help our maknae?" Kibum snapped.
"Please, don't fight about helping me!" Taemin interrupted and stood up, moving between Kibum and Jonghyun with his hands raised in the air in a placating manner. "I didn't ask anyone for help, so no one should feel guilty about anything." His eyes were pleading. "Hyung, please don't be angry."
Kibum took in a breath, and then turned on his heel.
"Good night."
The rest of the group watched Key storm out of the room, and they all heaved a collective sigh. Umma was best undisturbed when fuming about.
So, it wasn't until a few hours later when Jinki, Jonghyun and Minho decided to go out and get something to eat, leaving Taemin and Kibum alone in the house. Once he was sure everyone was gone, the rapper slid out of their bedroom, clad in his pj pants and an over-sized t-shirt.
"Minnie ah?" He called out, moving into the living room to see the maknae curled up on the couch, watching television.
"Oh, hyung," the auburn-haired teen offered Kibum a gentle smile. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah..." Kibum said, his thumbs working over-time on his phone keypad. "I feel bad about chastising the others when they really didn't do anything wrong." He sent the same message to the other three - I'm sorry. Please travel safe and bring home delicious food so umma can prepare it for you.~ <3 - before he set his phone down on the coffee table and sat next to Taemin. "What are you watching?"
"I don't know, infomercials I think," Taemin replied, a bit distracted as he checked his own phone.
Kibum grinned and reached over, trying to snatch the phone away from the youngers' hands. "Who ya e-mailing?"
"Yah!" Taemin giggled and held the phone out of Kibum's reach, stretching his limbs out and over the arm of the couch.
Kibum was leaning over him, their bodies pressed together as his fingers reached and reached for the piece of technology, just barely falling short of the phone. Both were giggling and smiling broadly, and when the phone vibrated, Taemin let out a squeal as they both went toppling to the floor in a mass of limbs and laughter.
"Yah, hyung!" Taemin was taking in deep breath as the laughter poured out from his lungs, and Kibum felt his abdomen cramping from all of the giggling.
Still on top of the youth, Kibum sat up while straddling Taemin's thighs, and just as he was about to wrestle the phone free of the maknae's grip, his own phone vibrated from the depths of his pocket. They both paused and stared in each others' eyes; Taemin was flushed and panting, his hair askew on the hard wood floor and his shirt raised to expose his milky stomach - Kibum was hovering over the maknae with equally flushed skin, lips parted as they both seemed to take in account the position they were in.
And, in all honesty, things could have been worse. After all, they had shared the same bed before, so why was this different?
Maybe it was the way that Taemin's adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed nervously. Maybe it was the way that the vibration of Kibum's phone hummed through both of their bodies, making shudders run down their spine. Maybe it was the position that Kibum had over Taemin, his powerful thighs straddling the maknae's slender hips, hugging their lower bodies impossibly close together. Maybe it was the fact that they were alone, coupled with the fact that Kibum had been having not-so-innocent thoughts about his dear dongsaeng.
Whatever it was, spurred Kibum to do something that he never before even considered doing.
When their lips pressed together, Taemin's eyes automatically widened while Kibum's fell shut. The older didn't want to see the look of rejection or disgust on the maknae's face - but after a brief pause, he felt the timid push of Taemin's lips against his own. Was he returning it? Was this real?
Kibum's heart nearly leaped out of his throat when he heard the soft noise that Taemin emitted.
Oh God oh God oh God oh God--
"Nhh--"
"Fuck, Taemin--"
He didn't want to go farther than kissing with Taemin. Really, he didn't. But with the lips and teeth nibbling at his own clumsily, eagerly, Kibum couldn't really find the strength to resist. He'd never gone further than kissing before but --
"K-Kibum..."
-- damn if he didn't want Taemin right now! It almost hurt; his body was on fire and he felt hot all over, almost unbearably so. Taemin's hands were on his sides, shyly, gently caressing through the fabric of Kibum's large shirt, and Kibum arched into the touch.
"T-Tae... Min... I--"
Their mouths were separated only by the maknae's index finger, which effectively shut up Kibum from speaking any further. Kibum's eyes opened and he regarded the younger boy with a confused frown on his face, but it was erased when Taemin pulled him down for a surprisingly chaste kiss.
"Please... hyung," Taemin was almost pleading. Had he been as pent up as Kibum? Fuck, when did Kibum get so pent up for the maknae in the first place? This was almost ridiculous; but the way the auburn-haired boy was wriggling beneath the rapper was just too good to pass up.
"Alright, Taemin," Kibum finally conceded. Not that he wasn't going to, in the first place. With a small smile he stood up and pulled Taemin up with him, the younger looking slightly confused. Kibum laughed, "Did you think we were going to stay out in the middle of the living room?"
Understanding flashed in Taemin's bright eyes, and soon his lips sought out Kibum's once more. More clumsy kisses were sought out and Kibum felt himself getting drunk off of them, enjoying Taemin's taste. What was that taste? Minty tooth paste with a mix of what might be apple juice. Their usually precise foot movements and sure steps were clouded by their sudden lust, socks sliding on the hard wood flooring as they made it to the bedroom and slammed the door behind them.
Kibum pinned Taemin against said door, a hand deftly moving down to lock the handle. It was one thing for the rest of SHINee to hear what they were doing, but to stumble in on it? That would just be embarrassing. Besides, the pair had a good hour or so to waste.
"Ngh, Ki--"
Taemin's lips were sealed shut by Kibum's, the elder's tongue diving into the pliant mouth, tasting and touching everything that he could. Taemin had overcome his shyness but was still just as clumsy as he was eager, and for some sick, twisted reason, Kibum felt that it was the hottest thing in the entire fucking world.
Pinning the maknae's wrists above his head, Kibum broke the kiss, a gasp leaving Taemin's lips in the absence of tongues entwining, the hyung moved his lips to Taemin's neck, tasting the forbidden flesh. In his mind he was apologizing to the other members, to his family, to God, to his manager-hyung -- to anyone that would disapprove of such an act he was currently partaking in. But he would gladly declare himself a sick, twister motherfucker if it meant that he could continue touching and kissing Lee Taemin like he currently was.
"H-Hyung..." Taemin's voice was breathy and slightly high-pitched, and Kibum let his tongue slide up the column of the pale neck in such a lewd manner that he may as well be recording this to sell a pornographic video.
"Yes, Taemin?" Kibum teased. The whine he got in response was more of a mewl, and damn it was sexy. Why was all of Taemin's usual aegyo noises turning on Kibum so badly? Dear God he was now a pedophile practically and he had never been so, so okay with the fact he was doing something so wrong. This was a mother taking advantage of his precious son and -- oh God.
Taemin's hands were still pinned, but he did this delicious roll with his body that made their pelvises align and grind against each other. Kibum let out a strained moan and pulled the maknae away from the door, throwing him down onto Jinki's bed, which was the one that was the most easily accessible out of the five. Bunk beds would probably break, at the rate that Kibum was going at. A surprised yelp fell from the maknae's mouth as he landed on the bed, but Kibum was atop him in an instant, tugging on the t-shirt Taemin was pulling off of his body. Together, hurriedly and none-too-gently, the boys divested each other of their clothes; but, once they were down to their boxer-briefs, there was a sudden pause.
In their short lives they had never done anything like this. It was torture, really, not that they were signed on a contract that absolutely forbade them from having any girlfriends of any sort. But then again, did the contract say anything about boyfriends? Or trysts? Not that Kibum wanted this to be a tryst; Taemin was his maknae, his dear little dongsaeng, and he felt a tug in his heart as well as his pants as he gazed down at the flushed, panting boy. If they continued, they couldn't turn back.
The air was just a fraction thicker, and Kibum swallowed heavily to get rid of his sudden nervousness. He didn't want to show any weaknesses, in case Taemin got scared. So, Kibum let a small smile filter over his kiss-swollen lips, and lowered himself to let his cheek run across Taemin's smooth chest.
"You're beautiful," Kibum said softly, the heat of the moment passing and leaving them in a contented embrace of simmering passion. "So beautiful..."
"Neh, Kibum-hyung..." Taemin flushed heavily, his hands moving up to his hyung's hair, filtering his fingers through the satiny locks. Kibum purred in contentment, his tongue darting out to taste the salty, slightly sweaty chest. "Nh~ah!" His tongue flicked over a pert nipple, eliciting a highly erotic moan from the maknae.
"Taemin," Kibum breathed out, his exhale washing over the skin he just abused, cooling it down and raising goosebumps on Taemin's flesh. "I want you so bad..."
"Kibum," Taemin sat up on his elbows, his eyes slightly hooded with the lust that Kibum knew to be coursing through his body.
Elegant, manicured fingertips trailed along Taemin's sharp hip bones, tracing the contours and drawing out more shy, hushed sounds from the maknae. Kibum nuzzled the taut stomach, giving a teasing lick to the bellybutton before traveling further down. The heat from beneath the last barrier of material separating Kibum from that prize was emanating through the fabric, heating up his neck, and soon his cheek as he nuzzled Taemin's erection affectionately.
Almost like a kitten with a new master.
"Mmm..." Kibum had no experience. He'd seen a few videos, read a few fan-fictions, but as for personal experience, it was just him and his right hand. He knew what he liked, but what would Taemin like? Upon those thoughts... did Taemin even touch himself? It made Kibum hesitate slightly, but at the keening whimper that was urging him to do something, anything, he decided that it didn't matter. Taemin was trusting Kibum with this now. Kibum was trusting Taemin.
Hooking his fingers on the waist band of the Calvin Klein's, he shimmied the fabric down slender thighs and tossed them aside. To make it fair he did the same to himself, feeling Taemin's eyes devour his body curiously. They had all seen each other in undress before, but now it was obviously different. Bodies were excited and the air was crackling with the sexual tension; Kibum lifted Taemin's knees up and pushed them towards the maknae's chest slowly, carefully -- Taemin blushed and looked like he was going to refuse the incredibly open position, but the adoring, awed look in Kibum's eyes must have prevented him from resisting.
The creamy white skin, the practically hairless body. This was all for Kibum right now, this was all being exposed for the first time, and Kibum licked his lips.
Fuck, he was such a pervert for relishing the fact that he so thoroughly enjoying this. But damned if it didn't feel so right.
"Is this okay?" He still wanted to make sure verbally that this was alright with the maknae. Taemin could consent all he wanted, but it wasn't until Kibum had verbal confirmation that he would continue any further.
For a second, their eyes locked. They were both darkly mirrored with lust, passion, want, desire, need, and something else that they weren't quite ready to admit. There was a pause between them, and soon a small smile broke out on Taemin's flushed face.
"Hyung..." he reached out and grabbed Kibum's hands, placing one over his heart and letting the other rest over his hot arousal. "Please."
That was all Kibum needed; he returned the smile and placed a lingering kiss on Taemin's bruised lips, before he lowered his body once more. He knew he needed some sort of lubricant to make entrance easier, but it's not like any of the members kept stuff like that around. Licking his lips, he decided on the next best thing; bodily fluids.
"Relax, Min," he cooed gently, before he lowered himself and let his tongue gently lick the tip of Taemin's leaking cock. It tasted... how did it taste? Salty, like the rest of his body. But at the same time bitter, and sweet. It was the strangest thing. Kibum found himself loving it. His lips encircled the tip and he sucked gently.
Taemin's body jerked, his hands once again finding purchase in his hyung's hair. Of course Kibum was no professional and couldn't take it all in at once, but he alternated licking and sucking and treating it like it was the most delicious thing that he had ever tasted. He believed that it may have been just that - the most delicious treat that his taste buds ever had the pleasure of tasting.
"Nh, Ki-... Kibum--" Fingers clenched almost painfully in Kibum's hair, but the slight pain was egging him on.
Fuck, he was really a sick bastard.
He trailed his tongue up to the tip of the erection, tonguing the silt to gather the taste before he slithered back down again, not engulfing the shaft any further. His tongue was tracing patterns over the underside, teasing over the tense balls, lapping up the sweat that was forming. He would have continued, if it weren't for the fingers in his hair tightening and jerking his head back up to Taemin's dick; Kibum hissed and raised a brow at Taemin, who had his eyes closed, head thrown back and lips parted in ecstasy. He must really be enjoying this to gather the strength to force Kibum back onto his cock.
And oh God, if Kibum wasn't turned on enough already, the slight show of dominance was just raising the bar.
He took in as much of the pulsing shaft as he could, sucking on it and licking the flesh. He got about halfway before the tip bumped against his throat, and his gag reflex kicked in. His throat constricted and Taemin moaned, trying to urge Kibum's mouth further down on his cock, the older boy only slightly worried about choking. He managed to get a few more centimeters in, before Taemin started to rock his hips in a steady motion, effectively fucking Kibum's mouth gently.
But gentle wasn't what Key wanted. He wanted Taemin to get so lost, so caught up in his pleasure that he forgot his own name. And so far it seemed like a blow job was doing the trick. So, Kibum kept his head still but increased the pressure of his sucking, allowing Taemin's body to push his cock further down Kibum's throat. Incoherent moans were falling from Taemin's lips, his hands now holding the back of Kibum's head to keep it in place as he started to increase the pace of his thrusts.
It wasn't long before the fingers in Kibum's hair clenched tightly, causing him to wince in a different sort of pain; Taemin started to pull out but didn't make it in time, his hot seed splashing into Kibum's mouth, and then continuing to shoot onto the rapper's cheek and parted lips. Sitting up hastily, Taemin looked at his hyung with wide eyes.
"Hyung! Ah, I'm- I'm sorry, I just-"
But, Kibum silenced Taemin with a finger over the youngers' lips, much like how Taemin had silenced him earlier. With a small smile, he moved said finger to his own features, collecting the cum on his finger tip and swirling it around on his lips like some sort of lipstick. Giving his first blow job was something to remember, and Taemin tasted just so, so sweet that he didn't want anything to go to waste. Licking his lips clean, he pushed Taemin back once more and lifted his legs again.
"Wonderful, Taeminie," Kibum said, his eyes fluttering shut as he ghosted past Taemin's softening cock, heading towards the most private spot of all. "You taste so good."
He knew that Taemin was blushing with that statement. He could feel his entire body temperature rise slightly. His tongue darted out and lapped at the entrance that was awaiting him; it tasted fresh, just-out-of-the-shower clean, with a hint of the maknae. It was addicting, just like everything else. Kibum felt as if his mind was going crazy. There was a slight buzzing in the back of his head and he couldn't decipher what it was; he opted to ignore it as he pressed his tongue into the entrance, earning a whine from Taemin.
"Shh," Kibum whispered, letting his finger gently test the muscles that he was playing with. "You need to relax, maknae, or else it will hurt."
Once again Taemin was up on his elbows, watching his hyung with rapt attention. Kibum let his eyes wander to Taemin's face every now and again as he worked on stretching the other, making sure that he wasn't causing too much pain. For the most part the maknae was doing well; he just looked uncomfortable. Three fingers in, aided with lots of saliva along with some of Kibum's own pre-cum, the rapper was starting to lose his patience. By now Taemin was writhing on the bed, fingers gripping the sheets as he adjusted to the new sensation, torn between loving it and not wanting it. His lust won out, obviously, because after a few moments his eyes cracked open and he gave a pleading look to Kibum.
"Hyung, please, hurry..."
Well, he shouldn't waste time. Kibum removed his fingers and spit into his palm; he made a mental note to buy proper lubricant the next time he went out. Pressing the tip of his arousal against Taemin's body, he rubbed his dick along the crevice of the maknae's ass, reveling in the silky softness of it. So smooth, soft, and absolutely wrong in every way possible. Taemin reached out and placed a hand on Kibum's hip, urging him forward; Kibum careful maneuvered in, his tip pushing past the tight muscles and sinking in. It was a slow, excruciating process - Kibum would push in and then pull out, then push in again and pull out, each time getting in deeper and deeper. When he was seated completely, they lay panting together for a moment, Taemin's whimpers filling the room.
Whether they were from pain or pleasure, it was indistinguishable, but they revved Kibum's engine all the same.
"I'm going to move," Kibum warned, and Taemin nodded, raising his arms above his head, probably to increase the amount of oxygen that he was trying (and somewhat failing) to suck into his lungs.
The first thrust was a strange sensation. Incredibly tight, it was almost painful. The second thrust went in a bit deeper, and Taemin's body was responding. The third thrust, Kibum angled his hips a bit differently, and Taemin let out a soft cry, his back bowing beautifully as his eyes slid shut and his hands moved to grip Kibum's upper arms.
"There, again--!"
Kibum complied. Taemin cried out a bit louder this time; Kibum thrust once more, adding more power to his movements, and soon enough it was hard to control his speed and the rate at which he thrust. Their pace was unhurried but still fast and deep, one of Kibum's hands supporting him on the mattress beneath Taemin, the other hand roaming over the boys' body.
Fuck he was beautiful, sprawled and panting and mewling and sweating and tossing his head back and forth, mind going crazy with the amount of pleasure that was numbing all of his senses and making them explode all at once. Finally Kibum's fist closed around Taemin's awakened arousal and started pumping it in time with his thrusts; Taemin reached up and pulled Kibum down for a heated, clumsy kiss, chests pressing together as Kibum's hips sped up with impending release.
One, two, three more thrusts and Taemin came violently between their bodies, his cum hot and dripping down Kibum's torso. Four, five, six, sev-- Barely even made it that far, before Kibum's orgasm hit him so hard his entire body seized up, his head tossed back and his lips parted as he let out a low moan, feeling his load empty deep into Taemin, making the scorching insides impossibly hotter.
Kibum collapsed, and for a moment they lay entangled in each others' arms, panting heavily and just holding each other. Little kisses are being shared; on lips, eyelids, noses, cheeks, anywhere their lazy lips could reach without making too much effort. After a few moments, that buzzing noise lingered in the back of Kibum's head once again, and he closed his eyes to try and ignore it.
"Hyung..." Taemin whispered, and Kibum merely snuggled closer. Taemin giggled, "Hyung... your phone..."
Suddenly, the buzzing connected to a part of Kibum's brain, and a light bulb flickered on. His phone was vibrating in his pants. Letting out an annoyed grunt, Kibum was slight exaggerated as he got up and reached for his pants, digging out his phone and flipping it open.
3 New Messages!
From: Jjong
5:27 PM
Message: Apology accepted. <3 I'll buy you some new lipstick to put you in a better mood~
Oh, I already used a new lipstick, Kibum thought lewdly, and sent that response to Jonghyun, not explaining anything. It was fun that way.
From: Mino
5:38 PM
Message: Jjong picked an ugly shade. I'm fixing it.
Anything white and creamy? Kibum chuckled to himself. Like a winter frost.~
From: Dubu
6:08 PM
Message: O_o; Are you guys ok in there? We thought you were napping but I think Minnie's having a nightmare! You're probably working your umma magic so we won't bother you ^.^ Dinner at 6:30!
Kibum glanced at his clock.
7:23 PM
"... Taemin, we have a problem," Kibum said, turning towards his maknae. If it was really that time, and if he understood the times of those texts, that meant that shortly after Taemin and Kibum had tumbled into the bedroom, the rest of the members had returned.
Taemin sat up and glanced at the clock, and then glanced at Kibum - for a second, he was confused. And then, his features fell into a pout.
"Aww man, we missed dinner!"
Pairing: Key/Taemin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Romance, fluff, graphic sexual situations
Summary: Umma always watches out for his maknae, especially when it comes to improving his stage performance. Key attempts to give Taemin some vocal coaching, but it's a lot harder than they both expected.
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It's so adorable, when Taemin gets frustrated, Kibum decides. The way his cheeks puff out indignantly, how his eyes widen and narrow at the same time, his lips pouting in a manner that makes them look absolutely sinful on his young, innocent face. What's even more adorable, is how the beloved maknae will automatically eat up the comfort that his hyungs give to him, in the midst of his frustration. Because in all honesty, Taemin was too damn cute to be sitting and pouting and the members all would feel inexplicably guilty for it even if it wasn't their faults. Because that was how Taemin worked, and they all hated him yet loved him for it.
While Taemin excelled in his dancing, he somewhat lacked in singing, compared to the other members. His voice was still a bit untrained, still struggling with the changes of puberty - it wasn't confident and he seemed shy to break out of his shell. Occasionally the other members would encourage him to practice outside of the studio, but they would be met with a blushing huff and an insistence that he needed to keep his dancing skills sharp so that he could help out his hyungs.
So right now, in the dorm while everyone else was out on schedule, Kibum was standing outside of their shared bedroom, ear pressed against the door as he listened to Taemin quietly practicing his scales. He was touched that the maknae was working so hard, but honestly... to do it alone was just silly, when he could ask his band mates for help.
With his usual confidence, Kibum opened the door and knocked once to alert Taemin of his presence, and instantly the younger tensed from his position on Onew's bed, his body stiffening as umma enters. Upon recognizing Kibum, the younger sighed and relaxed, pouting a bit and tapping his fingertips on his calf gently.
"Hi, hyung..." he said softly, his voice sounding a bit defeated. "I didn't know you didn't have schedule today..."
"Minho took my place so I could hang out and clean," Kibum smiled and shut the door behind him, moving over to the bed and sitting on the edge, reaching out to gently touch Taemin's hair and run his fingers through it. "You're practicing really hard, Taeminie."
Taemin nodded, leaning into the protective, gentle touch of Kibum. "I want to improve myself so I don't have to use lip sync so much on stage."
Kibum smiled a bit wider and pinched Taemin's cheek; "But I'd much rather see a perfect dancing performance than worry about how your voice sounds. Your fans love you because of your dancing skills, not because of your voice."
"That's because I don't have a good voice so they have no choice but to pay attention to my dancing," Taemin whined, pulling away from Key's slightly patronizing touch and flopping back on the bed.
It is in this moment, that for some reason, Kibum's mind flashed back towards quite a few specific moments between himself and Taemin. Cross-dressing during School of Rock, dressing up for Boy's Generation performances -- Taemin was really, really cute. He wasn't particularly girly, like Kibum was - Kibum, who was a diva at heart and quite haughty indeed - but his demeanor and features could be considered a bit on the feminine side. To Kibum, there was nothing wrong with that. In fact, that's what drew him to Taemin and made him want to protect the maknae, bring him under his loving protective wing and make sure nothing happened to him.
"Don't be like that," Kibum cooed, reaching out and patting Taemin's thigh gently. Despite the youngers' skinny frame, his legs were quite powerful, probably due to his constant dance practice. Skinny and limber Taemin may be, in order to support those killer moves surely his body had to be somewhat disciplined.
Bringing his hand away, Kibum was a bit surprised at the direction his thoughts were going. This... This was his maknae. The youngest, most innocent out of them all. Well, aside from Jinki, but good God if the guy wasn't oblivious, so technically he didn't count. Clearing his throat, he reached to pull the youngest up and tapped his nose with a knowing smile.
"I'll help you out, okay? I don't want you struggling on your own," Kibum sat up a bit straighter, and took a breath that filled his lungs and his diaphragm. "Ah~" He started the scale, hitting each pitch perfectly. Jonghyun was their lead vocalist for good reason, but the others weren't far behind him. Jonghyun had a unique voice that attracted all sorts of ears. Even Taemin had a pleasant voice, it just needed to be trained. "Ding, ding." He finished the scale and motioned for Taemin to do the same.
He saw the breath that the boy took in, and immediately stopped him.
"Your breathing is wrong, Taeminie," Kibum amended, motioning towards his own chest. "When you breathe you have to fill up every ounce of free space in your body, so that when you exhale and sing, your voice lasts longer and has a good push behind it." He breathed in to show how both his chest and stomach expanded, and then reached out to press his fingers against Taemin's abdomen gently. "Do what I did."
The maknae's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and once again Kibum found the boy absolutely endearing. The skin beneath Taemin's shirt was warm, sending slight jolts through Key's fingertips and surging throughout his body. Blinking and licking his lips, Key put on a smile to cover up the sudden dryness in his mouth.
"Come on," umma encouraged, and Taemin sucked in a breath that made his abdomen and chest puff out at the same time. "There you go. Exhale slowly."
The breath whooshed out from Taemin's rosy lips, and Kibum grinned to try and hide his slight discomfort at the thoughts that were starting to form in his head. The exhalation was long and slow, the youngers' eyes fluttering slightly as a smile broke out on his lips. It looked so sinful, so... good.
"Like that, Kibum?"
Oh God yes, say my name just like that. "Perfect. Now try it with a note."
Taemin inhaled again and exhaled on a light D note, his voice already ten times more confident and full than before. Kibum clapped and hit Taemin gently on the shoulder, "That's it! Taemin, that was perfect!"
Taemin smiled excitedly, "Hyung! Thank you!" He reached out and hugged Kibum fully, knocking them both onto the bed. Both boys laughed loudly, before Key sat up and shook his head.
"It's what I'm here for, Taeminie," he kissed the maknae's cheek gently before he stood up and made his way towards the door. "Now, keep practicing. Dinner will be when everyone gets back.~"
"Okay!"
Kibum shut the door behind him and leaned against it, the smile falling off of his face. Watching Taemin breathe like that... why had it been so arousing? He hoped that the boy didn't notice his hyungs' slight awkwardness and just brushed it off as him being... Well what the hell, Key was hardly ever awkward, but Taemin seemed to not notice anything out of hand. If he did, he was good at hiding it. Key just hoped that the maknae was too busy focusing on his voice to notice the slight flush that covered Kibum's body.
This... just made a lot things more difficult.
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"Hyung~"
Taemin pranced into the living room, where the rest of the boys were sitting in various spots watching Star King. Kibum and Jonghyun were on the couch, cozy as ever; Minho was in the recliner and Jinki was seated between Minho's legs as the younger gave him a massage. They were the picture of relaxed after a day full of schedules - normal zoned out teenagers in front of the television.
Four pairs of eyes landed on Taemin as he entered, and suddenly it was like Taemin realized that they were all his hyung, so if he wanted someone's specific attention, he should have been a bit more clear. Kibum laughed and tilted his head, opening his arm out to gesture for Taemin to join him and Jonghyun on the couch.
"Taeminie. Busy day?" Kibum asked, and the maknae smiled as he sat on the end of the couch on the other side of his hyung, the younger seemingly buzzing with excitement.
"Yes!" he gushed. Kibum chuckled and sat up some, Jonghyun's arm sliding from around his shoulders and the warmth disappearing. "Manager hyung said that my singing has improved!"
Kibum's features lit up as well, and the other three members turned curious gazes towards the pair.
"That's awesome!" Umma was definitely proud of the youngest member, and he pulled Taemin into a one-armed hug. "We should celebrate!"
"Taemin, did you take more lessons?" Jonghyun asked, curious as he tilted his bleached head.
"Kibum hyung helped me learn some breathing exercises that helped out a lot," Taemin explained, and Kibum blushed slightly as the members all turned their eyes on him.
"What?"
"How cute, mother helping out her son with his school work!" Jonghyun teased, and Kibum instantly flushed and smacked the other on the shoulder.
"Shut up, at least I helped him when he needed it!" Kibum pushed away from Jonghyun. "All of us should have helped him, you know, not just me."
Jinki and Minho looked guilty enough, but Jonghyun merely rolled his eyes.
"Calm down, Kibum. We've all been busy-"
"Too busy to help our maknae?" Kibum snapped.
"Please, don't fight about helping me!" Taemin interrupted and stood up, moving between Kibum and Jonghyun with his hands raised in the air in a placating manner. "I didn't ask anyone for help, so no one should feel guilty about anything." His eyes were pleading. "Hyung, please don't be angry."
Kibum took in a breath, and then turned on his heel.
"Good night."
The rest of the group watched Key storm out of the room, and they all heaved a collective sigh. Umma was best undisturbed when fuming about.
So, it wasn't until a few hours later when Jinki, Jonghyun and Minho decided to go out and get something to eat, leaving Taemin and Kibum alone in the house. Once he was sure everyone was gone, the rapper slid out of their bedroom, clad in his pj pants and an over-sized t-shirt.
"Minnie ah?" He called out, moving into the living room to see the maknae curled up on the couch, watching television.
"Oh, hyung," the auburn-haired teen offered Kibum a gentle smile. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah..." Kibum said, his thumbs working over-time on his phone keypad. "I feel bad about chastising the others when they really didn't do anything wrong." He sent the same message to the other three - I'm sorry. Please travel safe and bring home delicious food so umma can prepare it for you.~ <3 - before he set his phone down on the coffee table and sat next to Taemin. "What are you watching?"
"I don't know, infomercials I think," Taemin replied, a bit distracted as he checked his own phone.
Kibum grinned and reached over, trying to snatch the phone away from the youngers' hands. "Who ya e-mailing?"
"Yah!" Taemin giggled and held the phone out of Kibum's reach, stretching his limbs out and over the arm of the couch.
Kibum was leaning over him, their bodies pressed together as his fingers reached and reached for the piece of technology, just barely falling short of the phone. Both were giggling and smiling broadly, and when the phone vibrated, Taemin let out a squeal as they both went toppling to the floor in a mass of limbs and laughter.
"Yah, hyung!" Taemin was taking in deep breath as the laughter poured out from his lungs, and Kibum felt his abdomen cramping from all of the giggling.
Still on top of the youth, Kibum sat up while straddling Taemin's thighs, and just as he was about to wrestle the phone free of the maknae's grip, his own phone vibrated from the depths of his pocket. They both paused and stared in each others' eyes; Taemin was flushed and panting, his hair askew on the hard wood floor and his shirt raised to expose his milky stomach - Kibum was hovering over the maknae with equally flushed skin, lips parted as they both seemed to take in account the position they were in.
And, in all honesty, things could have been worse. After all, they had shared the same bed before, so why was this different?
Maybe it was the way that Taemin's adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed nervously. Maybe it was the way that the vibration of Kibum's phone hummed through both of their bodies, making shudders run down their spine. Maybe it was the position that Kibum had over Taemin, his powerful thighs straddling the maknae's slender hips, hugging their lower bodies impossibly close together. Maybe it was the fact that they were alone, coupled with the fact that Kibum had been having not-so-innocent thoughts about his dear dongsaeng.
Whatever it was, spurred Kibum to do something that he never before even considered doing.
When their lips pressed together, Taemin's eyes automatically widened while Kibum's fell shut. The older didn't want to see the look of rejection or disgust on the maknae's face - but after a brief pause, he felt the timid push of Taemin's lips against his own. Was he returning it? Was this real?
Kibum's heart nearly leaped out of his throat when he heard the soft noise that Taemin emitted.
Oh God oh God oh God oh God--
"Nhh--"
"Fuck, Taemin--"
He didn't want to go farther than kissing with Taemin. Really, he didn't. But with the lips and teeth nibbling at his own clumsily, eagerly, Kibum couldn't really find the strength to resist. He'd never gone further than kissing before but --
"K-Kibum..."
-- damn if he didn't want Taemin right now! It almost hurt; his body was on fire and he felt hot all over, almost unbearably so. Taemin's hands were on his sides, shyly, gently caressing through the fabric of Kibum's large shirt, and Kibum arched into the touch.
"T-Tae... Min... I--"
Their mouths were separated only by the maknae's index finger, which effectively shut up Kibum from speaking any further. Kibum's eyes opened and he regarded the younger boy with a confused frown on his face, but it was erased when Taemin pulled him down for a surprisingly chaste kiss.
"Please... hyung," Taemin was almost pleading. Had he been as pent up as Kibum? Fuck, when did Kibum get so pent up for the maknae in the first place? This was almost ridiculous; but the way the auburn-haired boy was wriggling beneath the rapper was just too good to pass up.
"Alright, Taemin," Kibum finally conceded. Not that he wasn't going to, in the first place. With a small smile he stood up and pulled Taemin up with him, the younger looking slightly confused. Kibum laughed, "Did you think we were going to stay out in the middle of the living room?"
Understanding flashed in Taemin's bright eyes, and soon his lips sought out Kibum's once more. More clumsy kisses were sought out and Kibum felt himself getting drunk off of them, enjoying Taemin's taste. What was that taste? Minty tooth paste with a mix of what might be apple juice. Their usually precise foot movements and sure steps were clouded by their sudden lust, socks sliding on the hard wood flooring as they made it to the bedroom and slammed the door behind them.
Kibum pinned Taemin against said door, a hand deftly moving down to lock the handle. It was one thing for the rest of SHINee to hear what they were doing, but to stumble in on it? That would just be embarrassing. Besides, the pair had a good hour or so to waste.
"Ngh, Ki--"
Taemin's lips were sealed shut by Kibum's, the elder's tongue diving into the pliant mouth, tasting and touching everything that he could. Taemin had overcome his shyness but was still just as clumsy as he was eager, and for some sick, twisted reason, Kibum felt that it was the hottest thing in the entire fucking world.
Pinning the maknae's wrists above his head, Kibum broke the kiss, a gasp leaving Taemin's lips in the absence of tongues entwining, the hyung moved his lips to Taemin's neck, tasting the forbidden flesh. In his mind he was apologizing to the other members, to his family, to God, to his manager-hyung -- to anyone that would disapprove of such an act he was currently partaking in. But he would gladly declare himself a sick, twister motherfucker if it meant that he could continue touching and kissing Lee Taemin like he currently was.
"H-Hyung..." Taemin's voice was breathy and slightly high-pitched, and Kibum let his tongue slide up the column of the pale neck in such a lewd manner that he may as well be recording this to sell a pornographic video.
"Yes, Taemin?" Kibum teased. The whine he got in response was more of a mewl, and damn it was sexy. Why was all of Taemin's usual aegyo noises turning on Kibum so badly? Dear God he was now a pedophile practically and he had never been so, so okay with the fact he was doing something so wrong. This was a mother taking advantage of his precious son and -- oh God.
Taemin's hands were still pinned, but he did this delicious roll with his body that made their pelvises align and grind against each other. Kibum let out a strained moan and pulled the maknae away from the door, throwing him down onto Jinki's bed, which was the one that was the most easily accessible out of the five. Bunk beds would probably break, at the rate that Kibum was going at. A surprised yelp fell from the maknae's mouth as he landed on the bed, but Kibum was atop him in an instant, tugging on the t-shirt Taemin was pulling off of his body. Together, hurriedly and none-too-gently, the boys divested each other of their clothes; but, once they were down to their boxer-briefs, there was a sudden pause.
In their short lives they had never done anything like this. It was torture, really, not that they were signed on a contract that absolutely forbade them from having any girlfriends of any sort. But then again, did the contract say anything about boyfriends? Or trysts? Not that Kibum wanted this to be a tryst; Taemin was his maknae, his dear little dongsaeng, and he felt a tug in his heart as well as his pants as he gazed down at the flushed, panting boy. If they continued, they couldn't turn back.
The air was just a fraction thicker, and Kibum swallowed heavily to get rid of his sudden nervousness. He didn't want to show any weaknesses, in case Taemin got scared. So, Kibum let a small smile filter over his kiss-swollen lips, and lowered himself to let his cheek run across Taemin's smooth chest.
"You're beautiful," Kibum said softly, the heat of the moment passing and leaving them in a contented embrace of simmering passion. "So beautiful..."
"Neh, Kibum-hyung..." Taemin flushed heavily, his hands moving up to his hyung's hair, filtering his fingers through the satiny locks. Kibum purred in contentment, his tongue darting out to taste the salty, slightly sweaty chest. "Nh~ah!" His tongue flicked over a pert nipple, eliciting a highly erotic moan from the maknae.
"Taemin," Kibum breathed out, his exhale washing over the skin he just abused, cooling it down and raising goosebumps on Taemin's flesh. "I want you so bad..."
"Kibum," Taemin sat up on his elbows, his eyes slightly hooded with the lust that Kibum knew to be coursing through his body.
Elegant, manicured fingertips trailed along Taemin's sharp hip bones, tracing the contours and drawing out more shy, hushed sounds from the maknae. Kibum nuzzled the taut stomach, giving a teasing lick to the bellybutton before traveling further down. The heat from beneath the last barrier of material separating Kibum from that prize was emanating through the fabric, heating up his neck, and soon his cheek as he nuzzled Taemin's erection affectionately.
Almost like a kitten with a new master.
"Mmm..." Kibum had no experience. He'd seen a few videos, read a few fan-fictions, but as for personal experience, it was just him and his right hand. He knew what he liked, but what would Taemin like? Upon those thoughts... did Taemin even touch himself? It made Kibum hesitate slightly, but at the keening whimper that was urging him to do something, anything, he decided that it didn't matter. Taemin was trusting Kibum with this now. Kibum was trusting Taemin.
Hooking his fingers on the waist band of the Calvin Klein's, he shimmied the fabric down slender thighs and tossed them aside. To make it fair he did the same to himself, feeling Taemin's eyes devour his body curiously. They had all seen each other in undress before, but now it was obviously different. Bodies were excited and the air was crackling with the sexual tension; Kibum lifted Taemin's knees up and pushed them towards the maknae's chest slowly, carefully -- Taemin blushed and looked like he was going to refuse the incredibly open position, but the adoring, awed look in Kibum's eyes must have prevented him from resisting.
The creamy white skin, the practically hairless body. This was all for Kibum right now, this was all being exposed for the first time, and Kibum licked his lips.
Fuck, he was such a pervert for relishing the fact that he so thoroughly enjoying this. But damned if it didn't feel so right.
"Is this okay?" He still wanted to make sure verbally that this was alright with the maknae. Taemin could consent all he wanted, but it wasn't until Kibum had verbal confirmation that he would continue any further.
For a second, their eyes locked. They were both darkly mirrored with lust, passion, want, desire, need, and something else that they weren't quite ready to admit. There was a pause between them, and soon a small smile broke out on Taemin's flushed face.
"Hyung..." he reached out and grabbed Kibum's hands, placing one over his heart and letting the other rest over his hot arousal. "Please."
That was all Kibum needed; he returned the smile and placed a lingering kiss on Taemin's bruised lips, before he lowered his body once more. He knew he needed some sort of lubricant to make entrance easier, but it's not like any of the members kept stuff like that around. Licking his lips, he decided on the next best thing; bodily fluids.
"Relax, Min," he cooed gently, before he lowered himself and let his tongue gently lick the tip of Taemin's leaking cock. It tasted... how did it taste? Salty, like the rest of his body. But at the same time bitter, and sweet. It was the strangest thing. Kibum found himself loving it. His lips encircled the tip and he sucked gently.
Taemin's body jerked, his hands once again finding purchase in his hyung's hair. Of course Kibum was no professional and couldn't take it all in at once, but he alternated licking and sucking and treating it like it was the most delicious thing that he had ever tasted. He believed that it may have been just that - the most delicious treat that his taste buds ever had the pleasure of tasting.
"Nh, Ki-... Kibum--" Fingers clenched almost painfully in Kibum's hair, but the slight pain was egging him on.
Fuck, he was really a sick bastard.
He trailed his tongue up to the tip of the erection, tonguing the silt to gather the taste before he slithered back down again, not engulfing the shaft any further. His tongue was tracing patterns over the underside, teasing over the tense balls, lapping up the sweat that was forming. He would have continued, if it weren't for the fingers in his hair tightening and jerking his head back up to Taemin's dick; Kibum hissed and raised a brow at Taemin, who had his eyes closed, head thrown back and lips parted in ecstasy. He must really be enjoying this to gather the strength to force Kibum back onto his cock.
And oh God, if Kibum wasn't turned on enough already, the slight show of dominance was just raising the bar.
He took in as much of the pulsing shaft as he could, sucking on it and licking the flesh. He got about halfway before the tip bumped against his throat, and his gag reflex kicked in. His throat constricted and Taemin moaned, trying to urge Kibum's mouth further down on his cock, the older boy only slightly worried about choking. He managed to get a few more centimeters in, before Taemin started to rock his hips in a steady motion, effectively fucking Kibum's mouth gently.
But gentle wasn't what Key wanted. He wanted Taemin to get so lost, so caught up in his pleasure that he forgot his own name. And so far it seemed like a blow job was doing the trick. So, Kibum kept his head still but increased the pressure of his sucking, allowing Taemin's body to push his cock further down Kibum's throat. Incoherent moans were falling from Taemin's lips, his hands now holding the back of Kibum's head to keep it in place as he started to increase the pace of his thrusts.
It wasn't long before the fingers in Kibum's hair clenched tightly, causing him to wince in a different sort of pain; Taemin started to pull out but didn't make it in time, his hot seed splashing into Kibum's mouth, and then continuing to shoot onto the rapper's cheek and parted lips. Sitting up hastily, Taemin looked at his hyung with wide eyes.
"Hyung! Ah, I'm- I'm sorry, I just-"
But, Kibum silenced Taemin with a finger over the youngers' lips, much like how Taemin had silenced him earlier. With a small smile, he moved said finger to his own features, collecting the cum on his finger tip and swirling it around on his lips like some sort of lipstick. Giving his first blow job was something to remember, and Taemin tasted just so, so sweet that he didn't want anything to go to waste. Licking his lips clean, he pushed Taemin back once more and lifted his legs again.
"Wonderful, Taeminie," Kibum said, his eyes fluttering shut as he ghosted past Taemin's softening cock, heading towards the most private spot of all. "You taste so good."
He knew that Taemin was blushing with that statement. He could feel his entire body temperature rise slightly. His tongue darted out and lapped at the entrance that was awaiting him; it tasted fresh, just-out-of-the-shower clean, with a hint of the maknae. It was addicting, just like everything else. Kibum felt as if his mind was going crazy. There was a slight buzzing in the back of his head and he couldn't decipher what it was; he opted to ignore it as he pressed his tongue into the entrance, earning a whine from Taemin.
"Shh," Kibum whispered, letting his finger gently test the muscles that he was playing with. "You need to relax, maknae, or else it will hurt."
Once again Taemin was up on his elbows, watching his hyung with rapt attention. Kibum let his eyes wander to Taemin's face every now and again as he worked on stretching the other, making sure that he wasn't causing too much pain. For the most part the maknae was doing well; he just looked uncomfortable. Three fingers in, aided with lots of saliva along with some of Kibum's own pre-cum, the rapper was starting to lose his patience. By now Taemin was writhing on the bed, fingers gripping the sheets as he adjusted to the new sensation, torn between loving it and not wanting it. His lust won out, obviously, because after a few moments his eyes cracked open and he gave a pleading look to Kibum.
"Hyung, please, hurry..."
Well, he shouldn't waste time. Kibum removed his fingers and spit into his palm; he made a mental note to buy proper lubricant the next time he went out. Pressing the tip of his arousal against Taemin's body, he rubbed his dick along the crevice of the maknae's ass, reveling in the silky softness of it. So smooth, soft, and absolutely wrong in every way possible. Taemin reached out and placed a hand on Kibum's hip, urging him forward; Kibum careful maneuvered in, his tip pushing past the tight muscles and sinking in. It was a slow, excruciating process - Kibum would push in and then pull out, then push in again and pull out, each time getting in deeper and deeper. When he was seated completely, they lay panting together for a moment, Taemin's whimpers filling the room.
Whether they were from pain or pleasure, it was indistinguishable, but they revved Kibum's engine all the same.
"I'm going to move," Kibum warned, and Taemin nodded, raising his arms above his head, probably to increase the amount of oxygen that he was trying (and somewhat failing) to suck into his lungs.
The first thrust was a strange sensation. Incredibly tight, it was almost painful. The second thrust went in a bit deeper, and Taemin's body was responding. The third thrust, Kibum angled his hips a bit differently, and Taemin let out a soft cry, his back bowing beautifully as his eyes slid shut and his hands moved to grip Kibum's upper arms.
"There, again--!"
Kibum complied. Taemin cried out a bit louder this time; Kibum thrust once more, adding more power to his movements, and soon enough it was hard to control his speed and the rate at which he thrust. Their pace was unhurried but still fast and deep, one of Kibum's hands supporting him on the mattress beneath Taemin, the other hand roaming over the boys' body.
Fuck he was beautiful, sprawled and panting and mewling and sweating and tossing his head back and forth, mind going crazy with the amount of pleasure that was numbing all of his senses and making them explode all at once. Finally Kibum's fist closed around Taemin's awakened arousal and started pumping it in time with his thrusts; Taemin reached up and pulled Kibum down for a heated, clumsy kiss, chests pressing together as Kibum's hips sped up with impending release.
One, two, three more thrusts and Taemin came violently between their bodies, his cum hot and dripping down Kibum's torso. Four, five, six, sev-- Barely even made it that far, before Kibum's orgasm hit him so hard his entire body seized up, his head tossed back and his lips parted as he let out a low moan, feeling his load empty deep into Taemin, making the scorching insides impossibly hotter.
Kibum collapsed, and for a moment they lay entangled in each others' arms, panting heavily and just holding each other. Little kisses are being shared; on lips, eyelids, noses, cheeks, anywhere their lazy lips could reach without making too much effort. After a few moments, that buzzing noise lingered in the back of Kibum's head once again, and he closed his eyes to try and ignore it.
"Hyung..." Taemin whispered, and Kibum merely snuggled closer. Taemin giggled, "Hyung... your phone..."
Suddenly, the buzzing connected to a part of Kibum's brain, and a light bulb flickered on. His phone was vibrating in his pants. Letting out an annoyed grunt, Kibum was slight exaggerated as he got up and reached for his pants, digging out his phone and flipping it open.
3 New Messages!
From: Jjong
5:27 PM
Message: Apology accepted. <3 I'll buy you some new lipstick to put you in a better mood~
Oh, I already used a new lipstick, Kibum thought lewdly, and sent that response to Jonghyun, not explaining anything. It was fun that way.
From: Mino
5:38 PM
Message: Jjong picked an ugly shade. I'm fixing it.
Anything white and creamy? Kibum chuckled to himself. Like a winter frost.~
From: Dubu
6:08 PM
Message: O_o; Are you guys ok in there? We thought you were napping but I think Minnie's having a nightmare! You're probably working your umma magic so we won't bother you ^.^ Dinner at 6:30!
Kibum glanced at his clock.
7:23 PM
"... Taemin, we have a problem," Kibum said, turning towards his maknae. If it was really that time, and if he understood the times of those texts, that meant that shortly after Taemin and Kibum had tumbled into the bedroom, the rest of the members had returned.
Taemin sat up and glanced at the clock, and then glanced at Kibum - for a second, he was confused. And then, his features fell into a pout.
"Aww man, we missed dinner!"