No Vacancy
Title: No Vacancy
Author: zeropercent
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Taemin/Minho
Summary: 630 words. Taemin likes to let Minho indulge.
Warnings: Crossdressing, rimming.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Breathe Carolina. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
Taemin likes to let Minho indulge. He finds satisfaction in seeing Minho’s eyes narrow and turn darker than they already are. He’ll pretty much do anything, being the risk taker he is.
Which is how he ended up like this.
This being in a skirt and a blouse, pressed up against the wall. Minho’s biting at his neck, sliding his hand up his thigh. And fuck, maybe Taemin should have worn boxers, but when Minho touches the lace and pulls back to stare at him with lust filled eyes, the thought gets thrown out the window.
Minho smoothes his hand over his cock, pushing up his skirt to rub the head, uncovered by the underwear.
Taemin breathlessly says his name and Minho hums, spinning him around and shoving him hard into the wall. Minho falls to his knees and spreads Taemin’s legs, pulling down his panties and hiking his skirt up around his hips. He puts his hands on his ass, leaning in and licking his entrance.
Taemin arches back into him, bracing himself against the wall with his elbows.
Minho flicks his tongue, fucking getting in there. Taemin lets out a whine and buries his face in his arms, too turned on to even formulate a sentence. It’s as if his brain has been rewired to only know Minho.
Minho brings a hand around, stroking Taemin slowly. His tongue moves fast compared to his hand, and Taemin’s about to go insane. He tries to urge him on, “Hyung.”
There’s a click before Minho slips a slick finger into him. One quickly turns into two, and two becomes three. Taemin’s crying out and bucking his hips but Minho doesn’t let up, kissing the base of his spine.
“Take your shirt off.”
Taemin struggles for a moment, the women’s cut shirt unfamiliar, but he tosses it to the floor, hearing Minho shift and stand.
He curls and twists his fingers, nipping at Taemin’s shoulder blade.
“Minho hyung, please.”
Minho places his hands on Taemin’s hips, bunching up the fabric of his skirt and carefully sliding in.
Taemin digs his nails into his palms, pushing back against him. Minho’s breathing against his shoulder, his lips ghosting over his skin.
Taemin’s favorite thing about Minho is that Minho can go from gentle to relentless in five seconds. Taemin admits, Minho has him coiled around the tip of his finger, but he doesn’t even care.
Minho moans his name, pushing in hard. Taemin wipes his bangs from his face, the hair starting to stick to his forehead from sweat.
Minho lets his hands slip up, letting go of the skirt. He presses them to Taemin’s chest, pulling him back. Minho kisses up his neck, along his jaw.
Taemin grabs Minho’s wrist and Minho lets him guide his hand down. He manages between pants, “Hyung. I’m so close.”
Minho wraps his hand around his cock, making Taemin buck up into his fist.
Minho thumbs the head, and the fabric of the skirt brushes the slit.
The light touch is enough to send Taemin over the edge, his thighs shaking and his voice cracking as he cries out.
Taemin squeezes the hand Minho has on his hip, “Minho.”
Minho comes with his face pressed against Taemin’s the nape of Taemin’s neck, his name falling from his lips.
Taemin turns around, slumping against the wall. He hooks his arms around Minho’s neck, pulling him close.
Minho sighs, shutting his eyes. He rubs Taemin’s hip, before grabbing his thighs and lifting him up.
Taemin tightens his legs around Minho’s waist, “Hyung.”
Minho hums and puts him down on the bed, crawling over him. He kisses his neck, before settling next to him.
Taemin slides off the skirt, curling up to Minho and burying his face against his chest.
Author: zeropercent
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Taemin/Minho
Summary: 630 words. Taemin likes to let Minho indulge.
Warnings: Crossdressing, rimming.
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Breathe Carolina. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
Taemin likes to let Minho indulge. He finds satisfaction in seeing Minho’s eyes narrow and turn darker than they already are. He’ll pretty much do anything, being the risk taker he is.
Which is how he ended up like this.
This being in a skirt and a blouse, pressed up against the wall. Minho’s biting at his neck, sliding his hand up his thigh. And fuck, maybe Taemin should have worn boxers, but when Minho touches the lace and pulls back to stare at him with lust filled eyes, the thought gets thrown out the window.
Minho smoothes his hand over his cock, pushing up his skirt to rub the head, uncovered by the underwear.
Taemin breathlessly says his name and Minho hums, spinning him around and shoving him hard into the wall. Minho falls to his knees and spreads Taemin’s legs, pulling down his panties and hiking his skirt up around his hips. He puts his hands on his ass, leaning in and licking his entrance.
Taemin arches back into him, bracing himself against the wall with his elbows.
Minho flicks his tongue, fucking getting in there. Taemin lets out a whine and buries his face in his arms, too turned on to even formulate a sentence. It’s as if his brain has been rewired to only know Minho.
Minho brings a hand around, stroking Taemin slowly. His tongue moves fast compared to his hand, and Taemin’s about to go insane. He tries to urge him on, “Hyung.”
There’s a click before Minho slips a slick finger into him. One quickly turns into two, and two becomes three. Taemin’s crying out and bucking his hips but Minho doesn’t let up, kissing the base of his spine.
“Take your shirt off.”
Taemin struggles for a moment, the women’s cut shirt unfamiliar, but he tosses it to the floor, hearing Minho shift and stand.
He curls and twists his fingers, nipping at Taemin’s shoulder blade.
“Minho hyung, please.”
Minho places his hands on Taemin’s hips, bunching up the fabric of his skirt and carefully sliding in.
Taemin digs his nails into his palms, pushing back against him. Minho’s breathing against his shoulder, his lips ghosting over his skin.
Taemin’s favorite thing about Minho is that Minho can go from gentle to relentless in five seconds. Taemin admits, Minho has him coiled around the tip of his finger, but he doesn’t even care.
Minho moans his name, pushing in hard. Taemin wipes his bangs from his face, the hair starting to stick to his forehead from sweat.
Minho lets his hands slip up, letting go of the skirt. He presses them to Taemin’s chest, pulling him back. Minho kisses up his neck, along his jaw.
Taemin grabs Minho’s wrist and Minho lets him guide his hand down. He manages between pants, “Hyung. I’m so close.”
Minho wraps his hand around his cock, making Taemin buck up into his fist.
Minho thumbs the head, and the fabric of the skirt brushes the slit.
The light touch is enough to send Taemin over the edge, his thighs shaking and his voice cracking as he cries out.
Taemin squeezes the hand Minho has on his hip, “Minho.”
Minho comes with his face pressed against Taemin’s the nape of Taemin’s neck, his name falling from his lips.
Taemin turns around, slumping against the wall. He hooks his arms around Minho’s neck, pulling him close.
Minho sighs, shutting his eyes. He rubs Taemin’s hip, before grabbing his thighs and lifting him up.
Taemin tightens his legs around Minho’s waist, “Hyung.”
Minho hums and puts him down on the bed, crawling over him. He kisses his neck, before settling next to him.
Taemin slides off the skirt, curling up to Minho and burying his face against his chest.