Jongtaes
Summary: Smut.
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There are a lot of things that Jonghyun loves about Taemin. From the way he smiled into the back of his hand when he was shy, the way his eyes lit up with a fiery passion when he danced, the way a small pout graced his plump rosy lips when he wasn't satisfied with the outcome of something. Jonghyun loved everything about the younger boy, and often dedicated more hours than he'd like to admit just admiring him.
He enjoyed running his fingers through Taemin's soft midnight black hair when it wasn't styled and they were lying in bed on a lazy Sunday afternoon; messy sheets tangled around them and their bodies pressed flushed up against each other. His fingertips would trail across the back of his arm, up to his shoulder and across his clavicles where he would press a kiss the dip between his collarbones and smile against his skin at the sigh that escaped Taemin's lips. He loved Taemin's flat stomach and his barely defined lean muscles, dragging his fingers longer and lower until they brushed against sharp hipbones and slim thighs. His mouth would press against his lower stomach and Taemin would gasp audibly at the sudden heat pulsing through him.
There are a lot of things that Jonghyun loves about Taemin. But one thing he loved by far the most was watching the younger boy in the morning.
Jonghyun awoke with his nose buried in a mess of black hair. His arms were wrapped loosely around the dancer's waist, who was dozing on Jonghyun's chest. His cheek was pressed against Jonghyun's shoulder with one leg slotted between the older man's thighs. Jonghyun craned his head over to the side, pressing a hand to Taemin's back so as not to disturb him with his movement as he looked at the time on the nightstand. He sank back against the mattress when he saw it was early and the others probably wouldn't be awake for a while. A small smile adorned his lips as he gazed at the younger boy through sleepy eyes. Winter's sunlight filtered through the mesh curtains and fell on Taemin's bare skin in whirling patterns and stripes. The warm tones were a contrast against his pale skin and Jonghyun's index finger traced along the moving shapes that shifted with the rising sun. A ray of light fell across his face and Jonghyun shifted closer to press a kiss to his cheekbone.
Taemin breathed out audibly against his neck, shifting slightly in Jonghyun's grip as a low noise spilled from his lips. Jonghyun grinned down at him with affection in his eyes, his half lidded gaze falling to Taemin's lips. Jonghyun shifted the younger man onto his back on the bed they'd pushed together on Taemin's side of the room. (He made a quick mental note to put them back to their respective places before manager hyung woke up.) The dancer made another noise in the back of his throat, but otherwise gave no indication that he'd awoken and Jonghyun carefully pressed another warm, open mouthed kiss to his jaw. He straddled the younger boy, who lay passive and still positively asleep, and ran his finger through Taemin's hair once more, brushing back the strands that fell across his forehead and eyes. He made sure to keep his weight from against the younger boy; keeping himself up on his calves against his mattress and palms flat against the pillow on either side of Taemin's head. Some of the silky hair that fanned out across Taemin's face tickled the back of his hands as he dipped lower to ghost his mouth over Taemin's; nipping softly at his lips.
He expected the boy to wake up when his palm pressed to his nape and he shifted lower, kissing a trail down the side of his neck and stopping at his collarbones. Jonghyun casted a quick glance up at him through his silver fringe and found him still very much asleep except for the slight furrow of his eyebrows and his now parted lips. Jonghyun kept his gaze on Taemin as he lower his mouth across a dusky nipple and ran his tongue over it a few times. The dancer's chest rose with a gasp and a low moan rumbled from his chest when Jonghyun grazed his teeth against the small bud. His suckled softly on the sensitive skin before running his tongue lower and across his stomach. Taemin's hand sleepily rose in subconscious reaction to swat at Jonghyun as the muscles in his stomach contracted from Jonghyun's touch and the older man chuckled against his warm skin.
He abandoned the soft contours of his stomach quickly, sliding lower on the bed between Taemin's spread legs and mouthing around the skin just above the waistband of his boxer shorts. The elastic clung to his hips and Jonghyun tugged it down to his knees; wrapping his fingers around Taemin's half hard cock and stroking him. He felt the dancer swell in his hand and squirm against the cotton sheets as a pair of sleepy eyes blinked down at him through an expression that bordered between frustration and arousal.
Jonghyun grinned up at him, lips running along the underside of Taemin's dick before taking the head into his mouth. The flat of his tongue pressed against the slit, lapping up at the precum beading at the top and Taemin hissed, hips bucking up into the heat of Jonghyun's mouth.
"Hyung, what the fuck." Taemin's voice was raspy and low, laced heavily with sleep and arousal; the tone of his words only spurring on the throbbing between Jonghyun's own legs as he took Taemin deeper. Taemin only called him hyung when he was either annoyed or too sleepy to even make sense of anything. Jonghyun knew it was definitely the latter this time and he didn't know whether to find Taemin calling him hyung right now cute or incredibly arousing. Jonghyun hummed around Taemin, the low octaves travelling through the dancer's body and making him shiver with need. The silver haired man's tongue ran across the vein protruding from the underside of his dick once more and the dancer exhaled sharply. Taemin's hands were fisted in the sheets beside him, back arching of the bed as pleasure coursed through his barely awake body. He was in a pleasant haze of sleepy arousal and fuck, did Jonghyun's mouth feel good on him. He moaned into his pillow, his hair falling across his eyes as he gazed down at Jonghyun.
"Yes, mmh, this feels amazing." He groaned, a hand slipping down to tangle in Jonghyun's white hair to hold him in place as he rocked languidly into the older man's mouth. Jonghyun went slack, holding back the sting of tears in the back of eyes as he felt Taemin hit the back of his throat. He swallowed around the dancer, feeling the boy's heavy taste spread across his tongue slowly and he knew he was close. Jonghyun loved the sensation of him in his mouth; hot and heavy and throbbing with need. He moaned a muffled curse, sliding a hand between his legs to put pressure on his own aching erection.
"Shit, I'm close- just- yesss," Taemin cried out, head thrown back and lips parted with a blush dusting his rosy skin as Jonghyun hollowed his cheeks and slid his wet mouth around his dick. The dancer came down Jonghyun's throat with a choked whimper of the older man's name, relaxing back into the bed with a lazy grin spread across his lips. Jonghyun grimaced at the raw feeling in his throat but returned the grin nonetheless.
"Morning, babe." His voice was soft as it washed over the dancer pleasantly. Taemin laughed breathily as Jonghyun climbed back on top of him to pull him into a kiss. He hummed into their kiss, running his hand along Jonghyun's back before resting it on the man's waist.
"Mornin'." There was a glint in his eyes from the sunlight illuminating their room clearly now and Jonghyun wasn't quite sure if the warmth of their bed was from their skin or the soft sunshine washing over it.
"Have I told you how much I love you lately, Kim Jonghyun?" Taemin wrapped his arms around Jonghyun's shoulder and the older man bit into his lower lip to suppress a wide grin. He settled himself on Taemin's hips before grinding down and making the presence of his erection felt against the younger boy.
"Yes, but why don't you show me?"
