[fic] Taemin/Key – SHINee – not the first time – oneshot

[rabenhorst]

Title: not the first time
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17
Warnings: smut…
Pairing: Taemin/Key
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: There’s never enough privacy, never enough time, and they have to use the given opportunities whenever they can. Which is why the rare day off is something they need to take full advantage of. (aka, 2236 words of P0RN)
Comments: I would like to say that this has not been prompted by the teaser photo but rather this photo and my sudden, inexplicable urges to venture in the taekey realm. \o/? …and this was supposed to be a 100 word drabble, jsyk. idk.
ALSO I am still not over Key’s fabulous teasers someone hold me ;-;

It’s not the first time.

They’re both well versed in how this goes. There’s never enough privacy, never enough time, and they have to use the given opportunities whenever they can. More often than not it’s a quick blowjob in the backroom while wishing no one walks in on them, jerking each other off in a toilet cubicle while teeth sink into skin to muffle the sounds they can’t hold back. It’s always hasty, always messy, the fear of getting caught hammering somewhere in the back of their skull.

Which is why neither of them really knows what to do with the newly found freedom once they have a whole day all for themselves. The hotel room might look shady but it’s not like Kibum has any time to marvel the decorative items – or lack thereof – as Taemin pushes him against the nearest wall the first thing when the door falls shut behind them.

It’s kind of intoxicating, making them lightheaded and dizzy, the kind of giddiness when you can’t hold back the laughter that bubbles in your chest. The kiss breaks exactly like that, when Kibum laughs into the contact, startling them out of their daze. Taemin frowns when he pulls back but it lasts for a second only, before the infectious laughter pulls a resounding chuckle from him.

“What’s so funny?” There is no seriousness in Taemin’s voice, not anymore, as he tilts his head and looks at Kibum through his bangs. His hair is long again, just the way it used to be, falling over his eyes and tickling his cheeks. “I thought coming here meant serious business.” He is still grinning when he leans in and licks his way into Kibum’s mouth, swallows his snicker that turns into moan halfway through.

This time, neither of them pulls back, their smiles melting into the kiss when it deepens. Taemin tangles his fingers in the hem of Kibum’s shirt and bunches it up, halfway across his chest. Getting rid of it would mean breaking the contact between them and for now, neither is really willing. Instead, Kibum leans back against the wall and tilts his hip, slotting a leg between Taemin’s. It’s almost too easy for him to draw those breathy gasps from him, by just moving his thigh minutely to provide much needed friction.

To pay back, Taemin presses even closer when the kiss drags on, pinning Kibum against the wall with all the strength he can muster. It’s more than enough to send a shiver down Kibum’s spine and he can’t hide the shudder, not even if he’d want to. “Goddamnit Taemin,” he gasps out, his breath hot on Taemin’s lips. “The bed is right there.”

For a split second Taemin considers ignoring the hint to instead spin Kibum around right on the spot and press him into the wall, or maybe just lift his leg to wrap around his hips while he’d slam into him. He decides against it, by now too horny to even catch a clear thought, let alone form too complicated sentences. Instead he lets out a low grunt as he grasps Kibum’s shirt in his fists again and yanks him closer, spinning them both towards the bed.

When he hits the mattress, Kibum laughs, the springs making him bounce just lightly. “Did you really already lose all of your vocabulary? C’mon, Taem, I’m not that good.” Despite the words his smirk is cocky, a challenging sparkle in his deep eyes, beckoning Taemin to come closer.

Within seconds Taemin is on his knees, crawling closer until he’s hovering above Kibum and looking down on his grinning face. “You just have no idea how good you really are.” He aims for a teasing tone but it comes out a bit too seriously, a bit too earnest, and it’s too late to take it back. Not that he’d even want to. Taemin knows that whatever happens, he will get his way in the end. Kibum has always had a weakness for him, even if it has evolved during these years, shifted into another realm.

Kibum’s features soften. It’s barely noticeable but it’s there, written in the lines of his face, the curve of his lips. For a second he looks even shy, but then Taemin blinks and it’s all gone, replaced by the same unscathed confidence, the familiar brash smile. “Why don’t you show me how good you are?”

“That was so bad, Key,” Taemin chuckles. He presses his nose into Kibum’s cheek for a second, before nibbling down to his sharp jaw line. It’s one of his favourite features, one of the things that make Kibum so captivating in his eyes. He scrapes his teeth along the smooth skin, bites down so hard it makes Kibum hiss. They both know that will leave a mark, but this time, just this once, neither of them cares.

“Then,” Kibum drawls and Taemin nearly holds his breath. “Shut me up.”

The words are already on the tip of Taemin’s tongue but he swallows them, refraining from pointing out how that sounds like a bad pick up line too. In the end he supposes it doesn’t even matter. It works, doesn’t it? He has every intention to do exactly that, to reduce Kibum to a shaking mess until he can’t form a coherent thought.

So he begins with a slow roll of his hips, just the way he knows will drive Kibum up a wall with sheer want. The friction soon has them panting, yearning for more, and it’s nothing compared to the moment when they finally get the first proper skin on skin contact, nothing between them.

Easily, Kibum slides his legs around Taemin, traps him between his thighs in a way that presses their bodies flush against one another. It only takes a slight shift of his hips to make them both moan, followed by a nudge from Taemin to recreate the sensations. It’s Kibum who first brings his hand between them to lace his fingers around both their erections, the strokes slow and teasing, the exact opposite of what Taemin’s mind is screaming for right now.

“S-stop, let me,” Taemin begins but he doesn’t get any further than that before the fingers around his cock tighten and all thoughts effectively escape his mind. Thankfully Kibum seems to be one step ahead of him and the next thing he knows, the bottle of lube is pressed into his palm. Taemin’s hands are shaking when he fumbles it open and squeezes a generous amount half-blindly between them. The substance is cold but Kibum’s hand is warm when he spreads it on them both, keeps on jerking them off at a steady pace. Taemin doesn’t particularly like the slickness but he knows it’s just one step more towards the goal.

Another is to get his fingers finally inside of Kibum. It feels like the lube is everywhere but Taemin doesn’t care for the mess, instead just gets even more of it on his hand before slipping it down. It’s almost too easy to work two digits in right away, a third one shortly after, and distantly he wonders when this stopped being awkward and tentative.

It takes him a few tries to find what he’s looking for but finally Kibum inhales sharply, his hand pausing its ministrations on their cocks and his whole body going rigid for a second. Next goal achieved, Taemin decides, and uses that to his own advantage until he knows he has Kibum in the palm of his hand to do to him whatever he wishes. Finally he pulls back, positioning himself to sink into the welcoming warmth. Kibum is biting his lip, hard, as he takes an inch after inch.

Taemin only gives him a heartbeat to get used to the feeling, to adjust around his cock the best he can. Kibum’s body is still shaking lightly when he pulls back and slams in again, using the momentum. It’s a good thing Taemin has always been good with his hips, knows the moves and the angles. And he loves how Kibum isn’t passive, how he doesn’t just lie there and take it, but instead pushes back, uses his legs to pull Taemin closer, arches his spine to change the position, anything he can when pinned down on the mattress.

Sweat is glistening on Kibum’s skin and it’s almost hypnotizing, enough to make Taemin lean in to lick a stripe along his collarbone, gather the salty droplets with his tongue. He can feel Kibum shudder and tighten around him, and it draws a throaty moan from him. “Fuck, Key.” It earns him another full-body shiver and he knows exactly why. Words like that simply don’t belong in his vocabulary, not under normal circumstances.

This, though, this is all kinds of special.

Abruptly Taemin straightens. It slams his hips against Kibum’s so hard it makes them both cry out loud, and for a second everything seems to just stop. Eventually Taemin picks up the pace again, but from then on, he keeps his distance. He wants to watch. He wants to see what he does to Kibum, wants to revel in the sight of him coming undone right there underneath him. He wants to savour every second of this.

Taemin’s blunt fingernails leave faint marks behind when he rakes them down Kibum’s chest, down his stomach, only to wrap his hand around his neglected cock. He bites his lip softly when he realizes how hard Kibum is, just for him, and rewards him with a couple of short, almost too harsh jerks. Kibum digs his heels in the small of Taemin’s back, his muscles straining to pull him closer, closer still, in as deep as humanly possible.

After the spike of pleasure that renders him incapable of taking action, Taemin finally lets his hands trail even lower. He grabs Kibum’s thighs and forces them apart, even though he already misses the feeling of those legs around him. Still, this gives him the chance to watch. His throat goes dry at the sight and experimentally he snaps his hips forward faster a couple of times, watching his cock vanish inside of Kibum’s body.

“Goddamnit, Taemin,” Kibum rasps the words out between harsh breaths, throwing his head back at the next particularly hard thrust that makes him see stars. “You- you’re trying to k-kill me.”

The shaky words make Taemin oddly proud, because it’s he who has managed that, has turned Kibum into this stuttering mess, even if for a moment. Wordlessly he slips his hand between their bodies again. Slowly, almost tentatively, he closes his fingers around the base of his own cock in a loose circle, right where their bodies meet.

He rims Kibum, traces where they’re joined and he can feel it, feel it on his fingertips how he sinks into the tightness time and time again. There’s still enough lube to slicken his hand and after pulling back further, he aligns his index finger with his cock and pushes back in.

The reaction is immediate. Kibum makes a strange sort of noise in the back of his throat and bucks up, as if he doesn’t know whether he wants more or if he wants it to stop. In mere seconds he is relaxing though, just enough for the next thrust to follow and send him closer to the edge again. It feels so different, Taemin’s slender finger so hard and unyielding, adding to the stretch. It’s not like this is the first time he’s been fingered but never like this, never while being fucked into the mattress.

Kibum’s hands slide on the sheets until he grabs them for purchase, needing something to hold on to. He feels like otherwise he might just go insane, especially when Taemin adds another finger in, his thrusts slow and measured, always angled just right to make heat explode inside of him. He is a mess, unable to do anything else but ram his heels into the bed to snap his hips up, to try gain more even when he feels like he can barely take it.

In the end, it’s almost anticlimactic. Kibum has been pushed to his limits, wrung so tight that the orgasm is a wave of relief washing over him. He holds his breath throughout it all, his eyes squeezed shut and head tilted back. Taemin knows Kibum’s oversensitive all over but he can’t stop, not now, not even for a second.

He pulls his hand back, though, and grips Kibum’s hips rough enough to bruise as he keeps slamming into him. Finally, he comes hard, his world narrowing down to the erratic beating of his heart and the blood rushing in his ears.

Exhausted, Taemin slumps forward, right on top of Kibum who lets out all the breath in his lungs in one go. That is how they stay. Neither of them says a single word, but it’s not like they have anything worth saying right now. They can talk anytime, but savour a moment like this only so rarely.

Slowly Kibum wraps his arms around Taemin’s shoulders and holds him close. Content, Taemin presses his face into Kibum’s neck in turn, smiling against sweaty skin.

When he scrapes his teeth over the spot he bit earlier, they both know this is far from over.

It’s not the first time they do this. It won’t be the last.

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(2236 words)


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OKAY SO. I was never supposed to write this idk what’s going on. except my mind deciding it’s a good idea to pair key to everyone and their mom.

this is also not like it was supposed to be but …this is how it is. \o/ it was supposed to be kinda angsty? but it’s not… I make no sense. blame the comeback and colour me excited. even though oh god the taemin teaser photo WHAT DID THEY DO TO HIM D: the other photo is reeeally nice though.

did anyone else notice my logic is flawless: see girly Taemin, write top!Taemin 8D/

and someone cry with me over how perfect Key is ;-; like. seriously. LOOK AT HIM. I’m kind of tempted to write also minkey and onkey (onew is so pretty too ;-;) and perhaps jongkey inspired by the teasers since seriously who in their right mind could ever resist that? lmao though it’d just be a self-indulgent Key-takes-it-up-the-ass-from-everyone fest I give up

…my author’s notes are longer than the fic /shuts up

Comments

[mhn77.livejournal.com]

Oh, if only I knew what would trigger you I would smother you with it, trust me! ;A;
But I really don't ever get ideas to pass on to writers. The only request I ever made was super vague (KeyTae, smut, fantasy (it's a genre challenge and I got the last, fantasy)) but thankfully she didn't need more :D

Anyway, I'll keep you in mind for sure if something pops into my head but.. :( I hope you get inspired tho! >.< Hopefully all the promo will spark something. lol tbh I expect a burst of renewed inspiration from SHINee writers all over da place from this comeback XD

It's a SHINee/kpop circle for the most part, but lost of other writers as well, but if you wanna come follow me on twitter^^ @mhn7700 Let's just say a lot of porny stuff gets discussed on a daily basis :p

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

don't worry, something will pop up when we least expect it :D and you're right, all the promo is bound to give some inspiration at least! I'm sooo excited about the comeback and I'm getting all 8DDDDD just thinking of it, haha. my problem is that I like several pairings and want to write epic fics of them all, but never have enough time for it :(

followed you on twitter! :D I'm fonulyn there too (I'm fonulyn EVERYWHERE, lj, twitter, tumblr, last.fm, weheartit... just everywhere. ...it's so easy to track me down haha) and porny discussions sounds good XD one of the best ways to gain inspiration, too ;D I'm fairly new to the whole shinee fandom so I don't have that many people to talk with about them x)