jongtaes
Summary: Things get a little heated between Jonghyun and Taemin.
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Taemin settled on the bench furthest from the football field on the bleachers, sighing in relief at the heavy weight of his bag lifted from his back as he settled it on the bench beside him. He sighed up at the dark night sky, the air around him cooler in comparison to the humidness of the summer day gone by. The clouds were tinged with a pink hue from the setting sun, with a darker shade of blue adorning the majority of the sky and a moon beginning to make its appearance. Once glance at the large clock at the other side of the football field told Taemin it was past 7 PM and he pulled down the sleeves of his hoodie, shivering lightly from the chill of the air.
The dancer heard a sharp, yet distant whistle from the other side of the field and he looked up at the group of footballers who ran to the centre of the field, gathering around the coach who had blown the whistle. Taemin spotted Jonghyun quickly; watching the boy collapse under the weight of Minho who had jumped on his back with loud laughter.
A soft smile curved up Taemin's lips and he gathered his bag, moving to the bottom bench of the bleachers and sending Jonghyun a quick wave when he caught the older boy's eye – Jonghyun smiling back with an enthusiastic wave and greeting. Taemin heard a few of his team members nudge his side or punch his shoulder with jest, calling out a teasing oi Jonghyun, your boyfriend's here to pick you up again.
Jonghyun chased after them with an irritated growl before the boys were reprimanded by the coach and they gathered in silence once more. Taemin watched as the coach spoke to them before dismissing and the majority of the boys immediately ran for the locker rooms; others strolling at a leisurely pace whilst Jonghyun headed towards Taemin after grabbing his towel and water bottle from the side bench. He ruffled his hair with the towel, scrunching up his nose at the sweat before taking a seat next to the younger boy. He pressed a kiss to his lips with a grin,
"Hi babe."
"You're all sweaty and gross, get away." He squirmed in Jonghyun's grip, the white haired boy's arms wrapping around him and his lips finding their way to his cheek and neck; pressing small kisses to his skin.
"Jonghyun!" Taemin whined, despite relaxing in his grip and angling his head to expose more of his neck to Jonghyun's warm lips. "Go shower first, you stink." He mumbled, his protests slowly dying down as Jonghyun's hands slipped beneath his hoodie and slid along the soft skin of Taemins' stomach.
He leaned against the lithe boy, forcing him to lie flat against the bench on his back with Jonghyun hovering over him. His hands slid up Taemin's hoodie further, the fabric moving up to expose his pale stomach and Taemin's breath hitched as Jonghyun's thumb grazed against his nipple. The white haired footballer's other hand tangled itself in Taemin's dark hair, fingers running through soft tresses and pulling on them with a deep groan as he rocked against Taemin – the boy's legs spreading to make space for Jonghyun.
"Jong... what if someone sees us," Taemin whispered with a tone of concern, his fingers digging into the fabric of Jonghyun's football tshirt on his shoulders, lips parting in a silent gasp as Jonghyun's tongue ran across his jaw.
"Let them see, I have a point to make about this relationship." He chuckled, the breathy sound sending a shiver through Taemin, who murmured back a confusedwhat?
"The guys think you top me." Jonghyun growled, leaning down to murmur the words against his ears as his hand slid from his stomach to the bulge between his legs; palming the rough fabric of Taemin's jeans and coaxing him into full hardness. "If only they knew."
"Knew what?" Taemin replied with slight shake in his voice. He bit at Jonghyun's lip before pulling him into an open mouthed kiss. "You think I can't top you if I wanted to?"
Jonghyun laughed at his words, "If only they knew what a slut you are for me." The older boy smirked, sitting on the bench between Taemin's spread thighs and easing his jeans down his slim hips and thighs as far as their position would allow.
He brought two of his fingers to his mouth, coating the digits in saliva and felt himself growing harder at Taemin's expression – the boy's pupils blown wide with lust, a light blush dusting his cheeks and kiss-swollen lips parted with a gasp as Jonghyun leaned back over him and pushed one finger inside him at a torturously slow pace. Taemin's eyes fluttered closed, a look of discomfort crossing his expression at the burning sensation of being stretched open and Jonghyun's fingertips grazed over his cheeks; following the shape of the bridge of his nose and pausing at his parted lips. Their mouths met in a slow kiss, tongue brushing against tongue as they swallowed each other's moans with a soft touch of lips. Jonghyun added another finger, soothing the smaller boy's pain by pressing kisses against his throat, before adding another and finally deeming him stretched enough.
"Maybe if you fucked me like a real man, I wouldn't be so desperate all the time, hyung." Taemin's voice was a deep murmur into the dense air between them, and Jonghyun's fingers paused at undoing the draw string on his shorts – the change in the dancer's tone setting his skin on fire as he hurriedly pulled down his shorts and took his dick in his hand. The flesh was hot and hard in his palm, slick with precum as he stroked himself a few times; teeth digging into his lower lip to muffle his moans. Taemin watched Jonghyun's fingers move with fascination, shifting in growing discomfort against the cool bench which did nothing to soothe the heat radiating from his flushed skin.
"Oh, I'll fuck you like a real man alright." His voice husky with lust and desire, hands gripping Taemin's thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he pulled the boy closer in one rough movement. The tip of his dick pressed against the younger boy, who muffled a moan at the contact, before entering him in one fluid move, with a stuttered groan against the hollow of Taemin's neck at the suddenly tightness surrounding him. Taemin's blunt fingernails pressed into Jonghyun's back, fists clenching around a handful of the sweat-dampened fabric as his hips pressed up against Jonghyun. The white haired footballer began to move slowly, reassured by Taemin's broken moan and whispered plea for more, and soon they set a steady, relentless pace of Jonghyun thrusting into him with sharp movements.
"Harder," Taemin demanded in a rough voice, wisps of hair plastered to his neck with a light sheen of sweat covering his skin. Jonghyun's hands gripped his waist, lowering his head to press a trail of kisses against his pale stomach before gripping his dick in skilled fingers and matching his movements with his thrusts. Taemin's hands weaved through Jonghyun's silver hair, the glow brighter beneath the moonlight and Taemin's breath caught in his throat at the sight of his beauty. He pulled him down into a searing kiss, groaning into his mouth as he bucked his hips.
Jonghyun came inside him with a low groan, soon followed by Taemin, who arched into Jonghyun's touch. The older boy collapsed atop him with a content sigh leaving his lips and Taemin made a noise of discontent at the added weight of Jonghyun on top of him; manoeuvring himself and Jonghyun on the narrow bench so both were laying down face to face, wrapped in each other's arms to prevent falling down.
"Hi." Jonghyun said dumbly, a grin plastered on his face and Taemin couldn't help but grin back.
"Hey. How was football practice?" Jonghyun laughed, kissing the corner of his lips.
"Mind blowing." Taemin settled into Jonghyun's arms, the cool breeze washing across his skin.
"Next time, have a shower first at least."
