UNDERHAND - MINHO X TAEMIN - ONESHOT - NC17  

Title: Underhand
Author: slevin_csheyes
Genre: Oneshot. Smut.
Rating: NC17 
Pairing: Minho x Taemin
Band: SHINee
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summary: "And no one gets to see this, Minho thought, No one but me." 
Notes: Comments are win. Most of you might not be used to me writing K-Pop, but I haven't stopped writing J-Rock. I'm taking requests if anyone's interested in anything J-Rock/K-Pop :) 

"Hey"

Minho recognized that little voice and went, "Hey," not even bothering to avert his gaze from the magazine he'd been leafing over. Last he'd heard from Taemin he'd told him he was gonna take a shower. That had been little over half an hour ago, right? He wondered. 

And his mind took turns and turns and before he knew it, those thoughts emerged once more. He pretended he was still reading, playing it cool, pretending he was so into it there was no space for attention to give the little guy. And it was quite the opposite. 

Behind that magazine, hiding his face, he was thinking about nothing and no one but Taemin, straight out the shower, pale skin soft and moist, cool to the touch from the air-conditioning and who knows? Maybe he was shirtless, standing right there in front of him, grabbing his junk for the thrill of it... Just cause he knew he wasn't looking. 

Always so quiet and innocent. It was his childish way of rebelling against his image without rebelling... Rubbing himself all over in front of him, scraping his fingers over his underwear, over the curve of his penis and balls, and back to rub at his ass, over his hole, clenching in anticipation... and his other hand up on his chest, palm rubbing over his nipples, wet from the shower, hardening under his shirt...

Minho dropped the magazine over his chest. 

Taemin was wearing a blue-gray tshirt and boxers. Nothing special. 

"Wanna watch a movie?" he asked stupidly, voice cracking. He was still riled up from his thoughts and wondered if Taemin even suspected a single thing. 

Unlikely. 

Taemin shrugged. "If you want." He climbed up on the bed with a sigh, just as Minho leaned to side to search for a movie on the rack next to his bed, and took hold of the magazine his companion had left behind. "Reading magazines now?"

Minho chortled. "I was bored."

And Taemin smiled mockingly. "Of course." He threw it aside and lied back dramatically over Minho's legs, squirming around, annoying him. 

"Get off, child." He tried pushing him away, but Taemin just moaned, moving higher until his head was resting against Minho's crotch. "Seriously." He pushed his head to the side and felt the skin on his neck, moist, hair still wet... Skin so soft, so cool just like he'd imagined, and the little guy's insurgency got all the more annoying... and only because he found himself more turned on that he should've been. 

Taemin straddled him and grabbed his wrists, pinning them against the mattress beside his head. He looked down at him, so innocently sly and victorious. Like a kid. 

"You're crushing me," Minho joked. "Go away."

"You're so red," Taemin pointed out. "And you're blushing... And you're hard."

Minho tried to push him away. "Am not." But he was just too out of it to do a hard enough push. Taemin slapped his hand against his chest and pushed him down with such ease... And when he kissed him, he kissed him shamelessly, like he'd done just a counted couple number of times before...for no seemigly apparent reason. 

He tried to enjoy the kiss as much as he could, allowing himself to be seduced by that tongue, allowing himself to be seduced by that weight, the weight of Taemin's ass against his groin. 

Those tickles behind his ears, little grazes, little touches that made him squirm and press against the mattress. Then came that little chuckle...

"What?" Minho groaned. 

"You're so hot. Take it off." Taemin tugged at the hem of his lover's shirt, helping him take it off and throw it aside. And then came that kiss, another one... just to make Minho lose it a little bit more. 

He felt his arms snaking their way around his waist and under his shirt, rubbing his lower back, along his spine and back down, down to pull up his shirt. 

Throwing it aside, Minho gave Taemin's thigh a tap. "On your back, little man."

And Taemin allowed himself to be flipped over, the sudden command bringing him into a sudden daze... 'Cause Minho seemed to worship every inch of his body, celebrate every second of contact he had with it... He kissed his neck, pressed his bulge against his leg. 

He flicked those nipples he'd fantasized about with his thumbs and got them hard, got them wet with quick licks and moved lower... reaching into Taemin's boxers and pulling out his penis and balls. 

And Taemin loved the attention, loved how Minho buried his head between his legs and licked his flaccid cock, sucked at his balls, moaning over them, hungry and seemingly out of control.

Minho watched Taemin biting his bottom lip, felt him playing with his ear, head cocked to side with that groggy look on his face, eyes glued on every little movement of his tongue - that little show he was putting up for him, licking him, sucking him, sniffing him out as if he were a bitch in heat. 

He pulled off Taemin's boxers and kissed all over his thighs, sucked at his depilous sac one last time and pressed his nose against his shaft. It didn't even occur to him he should touch himself. Eyes glued to Taemin's rosy heaving chest, he swore he felt his erection growing in his pants. 

"I bet you did all this on purpose," he said, taking off his pants and underwear. 

Watching as Minho crawled over him, Taemin groaned. "Quit twirling around." He flipped Minho over and straddled his stomach. "Lemme play with you for a bit." And he leaned down to lick at Minho's nipples, rub all over his arms and shoulders, looking at him straight in the eye, just like that, and that face, those eyes looking down at him riled him up to no extent. Minho's eyes as he jacked himself off, watching him lick his way down his chest, rubbing himself and cock all over his body...

He went lower and took over, stroking Minho's cock, gripping the shaft firmly and lapping at the head. His fingers playing with his balls, ghosting over his inner thighs...

Minho pushed his head down. "Suck it," he urged and so lost in pleasure, changed his mind completely. "No, get on me." He pulled him up and sat him on his lap, ass right there over his penis. Loved the way Taemin looked down at him, almost embarassed. "You like that," he teased. 

Taemin smirked, and too shy to say a word, he kissed his lover. He kissed him good, humping and grinding his cock against him, rubbing his whole body against him, so Minho would rub his hands over every inch of his body, down his back, his sides, over his ass, fingers pressing against his hole, pushing and proving...

And those little moans he got off the little guy, Minho knew were enough to drive him wild. Words came out quick and broken. "Lube. Now."

He watched Taemin stumble off the bed, penis bouncing as he tiptoed over to the drawers on the other side of the room. When he came back and tried crawling over him, he stopped him. "Nope. Face down," he said. 

"I should've just let you pick out a movie."

"Oh look at you being difficult," Minho mocked with a scoff. In a matter of seconds, he had Taemin lying on his stomach, ass up in the air, and he had all the freedom in the world to do as he pleased. 

He gave Taemin's hole a tentative lick, just 'cause he could, just cause he wanted to indulge in the moment more personally. He poured a hefty amount of lube on his hand and rubbed it over his cock, over Taemin's asshole, making sure to push his fingers against his taint every so often, making the little guy squirm, making him buck his hips against the mattress...

He shoved two of his fingers inside him and watched Taemin's innocence and morality instantly disappear, watched him spreading his legs apart just so those fingers would go in deeper, giving enough space for Minho to wiggle his fingers palm up, so he could stretch and tug at him. 

"That's better than a movie," Minho teased. 

"Nng, yeah. Add another one."

Minho added a third finger, 'cause he knew Taemin could take it and take it hard. He stroked his dick with his other hand, making him moan like a little bitch, moans that welcomed him, moans that made him stop all movements and shove his cock inside him. He dropped his weight over him,  to feel skin, 'cause he wanted contact. He pushed the head of his cock in, slowly, bit by bit, just like that, and he felt his heart pounding, neck sweating...

And he loved Taemin's little groans. Little groans like he was just so tired. 

"Mmm, you sound so sleepy."

"Sex makes me sleepy," Taemin whined, nonetheless grinding against the mattress, rolling his hips like he was hungry for a fucking

Minho chuckled. "I'll fix that up for you." He forced his cock in, all the way through, and he knew Taemin loved it, loved the instant pressure, loved to feel stretched and full right out of the blue. 

He rotated his hips, accomodating himself...

"Oh god," Taemin moaned. "Don't stop." He closed his eyes when Minho kissed behind his ear, breathing heavily, nibbling at his earlobe. "Faster," he groaned, tightening around his lover, making him reckless and anxious like he secretly wanted him to be, fucking him slow and deep, making let out those long and sensual moans...

"Relaxed?" Minho teased, loving the sounds he was getting out of Taemin. He joked with him, "Don't fall asleep on me." He altered the pace, pulling out and shoving back in, repeatedly, hard and deep, getting just what he wanted out of Taemin, those squirms, like he just couldn't take it...

"Faster," he begged, reaching back to scrape at Minho's waist, urging him to move faster, faster... He rolled his hips and thrust back, so that cock went in deeper, stretched him out...

Minho grabbed Taemin by the waist, pulling him back with each thrust, just like both of them wanted it. He pulled out and licked at his asshole, fingered him and slapped him, tugged at his cock, just to tease, to hear those little whines of pleasure. 

He wrapped his arms around Taemin's stomach and pulled him up, back to chest, so he'd clench around him just like that when he reached forward to tug at his erection, 'cause he knew how to manipulate him, knew how to make him shake that ass against him like the dirtiest slut around. 

"Unngh, keep doing that," Minho groaned. "Don't...stop."

Shaking like that, rolling his hips like that... He slapped him reminding him not to stop, reminding him not to stop moving, reminding him not to stop moaning, reminding him not to stop tightening around him with every thrust...

He watched his cock slide in and out, in and out. And pulled out, lying on his back and motioning for Taemin to sit on him. "I wanna see your cock," he told him, 'cause he wanted to see that hard cock, bobbing up and down with every thrust, going up and down, up and down...

He grabbed it, gripped the shaft loosely so Taemin would fuck his hand as he rode him. He watched him, watched him lick his lips, putting so much concentration into such a primitive movement, going on and on without so much as a thought that suggested stopping...

And no one gets to see this, Minho thought, No one but me. 

Almost reading his thoughts, Taemin dropped down and kissed him, almost possessively, just as possessively as Minho rested his hands over his ass, bringing him up and down, up and down over his cock....

'Cause he was close to his orgasm, and Taemin could feel it in the way he moved, tense and urgent, repetitive and inherently selfish, the bruising grip he had on his waist, tense and urgent, the way he kissed him, dazed and sloppy...

And just the thought of it all had Taemin on edge as well. How Minho's fingernails dug into his skin, how his eyes looked so glassy and vacant, face contorted in pleasure, hips bucking automatically, quick and fast as he came inside him. 

Taemin felt wet, felt empty and desperate as soon as Minho pulled out and moved him around, got him down on his back and buried his face between his legs. He stroked himself hard and fast, watching as his lover went down on him, lapping at his hole, aiding him in his orgasm, kissing and sucking at his balls, panting and groaning, too tired to do much but enough to drive him crazy. 

Moving up to flick his tongue over the dripping head of his cock, making him buck his hips, making him shove his cock into his mouth so he could milk him dry, so he could suck him off until his dick was dry and limp, so he'd once again go down to his asshole and lick up all the dripping cum.