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Mirror, Mirror
Super Junior/SHINee, Heechul/Taemin, NC-17, 822 words
There's something Heechul likes about Taemin.
Mirror, Mirror
bymeitachi
Heechul turned his head this way and that, inspecting his face in the mirror. He ran his fingers lightly through his hair, displacing his bangs and rearranging him to his satisfaction. “Taemin,” he said loudly as he heard the door clatter open behind him. “Come here.”
Sneakers squeaked against the floor and then a shorter version of Heechul popped up at Heechul’s side, round eyes wide under the same bowl cut. “Yes, hyung?” he asked with a wide smile.
Heechul turned to him and smiled back, though his smile was far more proprietary and smug. “I’m going to fix your hair so we match,” he announced. His eyelids dropped to half-mast as he studied Taemin’s face, pursing his lips deep in thought.
“We’re going to go for the just-had-crazy-wild-sex tousle,” he concluded, wrapping his fingers around Taemin’s wrist, right where the cuff of his pink shirt ended. “Follow me.”
Blinking and confused, Taemin followed wordlessly as Heechul led them from the large dressing room to a smaller room with no mirrors or windows. He watched as Heechul closed the door behind them purposefully.
“Hyung?” he asked hesitantly, not sure it was his place to speak out.
Heechul turned around and smirked at him.
“Do you know the best way to achieve the just-had-crazy-wild-sex tousle, Taemin?” he purred, slinking towards Taemin, liquid limbs and low-slung tight black jeans. Taemin watched him move closer and swallowed, hard, inexplicably nervous. He fought not to take a step back. This was his hyung: he should respect him. He had nothing to fear from Heechul, right? Even if his heart was hammering in his chest, Taemin stood still as Heechul prowled up next to him.
“Taemin?” His voice was dark and low.
Taemin shivered involuntarily. “N-no,” he stammered. “I don’t know…”
Heechul laughed softly, eyes gleaming, and said with relish, “You have crazy wild sex.” His hand dropped onto Taemin’s hip and tugged him closer, fingers stroking lightly through the denim of Taemin’s jeans.
“I,” said Taemin, heart fluttering wildly in his throat and blocking the words. “I. Hyung. What are you—” He stopped in a breathless gasp as Heechul moved closer, so Taemin could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was only touching Taemin with that one hand on his hip, but Taemin was hyperaware of how close the man was. His hyung, his sunbae…whose hand had moved from Taemin’s hip to palm his crotch, pressing down lightly.
Taemin jerked back involuntarily. “Hyung,” he protested, face burning.
“It’s okay,” Heechul said in return, and before Taemin knew what was happening, Heechul’s fingers were deftly undoing Taemin’s belt and pulling up his oversized t-shirt. He barely had time to muffle a moan into his sleeve as Heechul’s hand dived into his pants and grasped him through his boxers. “Hello there,” Heechul murmured throatily, lips curling in glee.
Taemin shuddered at the look, at the feel of the fingers moving slowly up and down his cock, dragging thin cotton against his sensitive skin. He found himself clutching at Heechul’s shoulders, hips moving without his consent into Heechul’s fist. “Hyung,” he pleaded, not sure what he wanted, except to move, to get friction, because he was a horny teenager and nothing had ever felt this good. “Hyung,” he whined, voice reedy and thin.
“You’re so pretty,” Heechul said to himself, as if amused. He licked his lips and kissed the corner of Taemin’s mouth as his hand worked under the waistband of Taemin’s boxers. Taemin groaned loudly and bucked, baggy jeans pooling around his designer sneakers as he arched into Heechul. He panted and turned his face blindly into Heechul’s slow, unhurried kisses even as his hips jerked frantically, desperately, into Heechul’s hand.
“Hyung, hyung,” Taemin panted, and Heechul flicked his wrist just so, and Taemin was spilling himself into Heechul’s hand with a little cry, hot and white and trembling.
Hyung is a narcissist, Taemin thought as he spent his aftershocks in Heechul’s loose embrace, resting his head against the older man’s chest. His legs still felt weak when he finally pulled himself away slightly, just enough to look up at Heechul under tear-dampened eyelashes. “Was that,” he started unsurely, “Was that ‘crazy wild sex’?”
Heechul didn’t even bat an eyelash at his question before dissolving into snickers. “Taemin, oh Taemin-ah. You have a lot to learn. Thank god you’ve got a great hyung like me, so willing to assist you in this process.” He ran a hand through his sweaty bangs, ruffling them. Then he grinned again, a grin edged knife-sharp with promise and intent; Taemin’s mouth went dry.
“Heechul-hyung?”
“We’ve only just gotten started on the ‘crazy wild sex’. We haven’t done a good job with your hair.” Taemin’s stomach dropped out in nervous excitement as Heechul leaned forward to breathe in his ear: “Why don’t you get on your knees, Taemin-ah? And hyung will see what he can do for your hair.”
***
Started/Finished: 2008.09.08
Notes: :DDDDDDDD?
miracle______. Once someone says I can't write it, I want to write it. Technically, miracle's actually allowing it, but I ended up still wanting to write it anyway. :'D dear_whimsy was a spectacular braintwin and found me this icon:IT WAS MEANT TO BE. DO NOT DOUBT. LOOK AT THEIR TWINNESS.
This is for
black_goose, who better do something with this. If I'm going to hell, you're coming with me, bb.Mirror, Mirror
Super Junior/SHINee, Heechul/Taemin, NC-17, 822 words
There's something Heechul likes about Taemin.
Mirror, Mirror
by
meitachiHeechul turned his head this way and that, inspecting his face in the mirror. He ran his fingers lightly through his hair, displacing his bangs and rearranging him to his satisfaction. “Taemin,” he said loudly as he heard the door clatter open behind him. “Come here.”
Sneakers squeaked against the floor and then a shorter version of Heechul popped up at Heechul’s side, round eyes wide under the same bowl cut. “Yes, hyung?” he asked with a wide smile.
Heechul turned to him and smiled back, though his smile was far more proprietary and smug. “I’m going to fix your hair so we match,” he announced. His eyelids dropped to half-mast as he studied Taemin’s face, pursing his lips deep in thought.
“We’re going to go for the just-had-crazy-wild-sex tousle,” he concluded, wrapping his fingers around Taemin’s wrist, right where the cuff of his pink shirt ended. “Follow me.”
Blinking and confused, Taemin followed wordlessly as Heechul led them from the large dressing room to a smaller room with no mirrors or windows. He watched as Heechul closed the door behind them purposefully.
“Hyung?” he asked hesitantly, not sure it was his place to speak out.
Heechul turned around and smirked at him.
“Do you know the best way to achieve the just-had-crazy-wild-sex tousle, Taemin?” he purred, slinking towards Taemin, liquid limbs and low-slung tight black jeans. Taemin watched him move closer and swallowed, hard, inexplicably nervous. He fought not to take a step back. This was his hyung: he should respect him. He had nothing to fear from Heechul, right? Even if his heart was hammering in his chest, Taemin stood still as Heechul prowled up next to him.
“Taemin?” His voice was dark and low.
Taemin shivered involuntarily. “N-no,” he stammered. “I don’t know…”
Heechul laughed softly, eyes gleaming, and said with relish, “You have crazy wild sex.” His hand dropped onto Taemin’s hip and tugged him closer, fingers stroking lightly through the denim of Taemin’s jeans.
“I,” said Taemin, heart fluttering wildly in his throat and blocking the words. “I. Hyung. What are you—” He stopped in a breathless gasp as Heechul moved closer, so Taemin could feel the heat radiating from his body. He was only touching Taemin with that one hand on his hip, but Taemin was hyperaware of how close the man was. His hyung, his sunbae…whose hand had moved from Taemin’s hip to palm his crotch, pressing down lightly.
Taemin jerked back involuntarily. “Hyung,” he protested, face burning.
“It’s okay,” Heechul said in return, and before Taemin knew what was happening, Heechul’s fingers were deftly undoing Taemin’s belt and pulling up his oversized t-shirt. He barely had time to muffle a moan into his sleeve as Heechul’s hand dived into his pants and grasped him through his boxers. “Hello there,” Heechul murmured throatily, lips curling in glee.
Taemin shuddered at the look, at the feel of the fingers moving slowly up and down his cock, dragging thin cotton against his sensitive skin. He found himself clutching at Heechul’s shoulders, hips moving without his consent into Heechul’s fist. “Hyung,” he pleaded, not sure what he wanted, except to move, to get friction, because he was a horny teenager and nothing had ever felt this good. “Hyung,” he whined, voice reedy and thin.
“You’re so pretty,” Heechul said to himself, as if amused. He licked his lips and kissed the corner of Taemin’s mouth as his hand worked under the waistband of Taemin’s boxers. Taemin groaned loudly and bucked, baggy jeans pooling around his designer sneakers as he arched into Heechul. He panted and turned his face blindly into Heechul’s slow, unhurried kisses even as his hips jerked frantically, desperately, into Heechul’s hand.
“Hyung, hyung,” Taemin panted, and Heechul flicked his wrist just so, and Taemin was spilling himself into Heechul’s hand with a little cry, hot and white and trembling.
Hyung is a narcissist, Taemin thought as he spent his aftershocks in Heechul’s loose embrace, resting his head against the older man’s chest. His legs still felt weak when he finally pulled himself away slightly, just enough to look up at Heechul under tear-dampened eyelashes. “Was that,” he started unsurely, “Was that ‘crazy wild sex’?”
Heechul didn’t even bat an eyelash at his question before dissolving into snickers. “Taemin, oh Taemin-ah. You have a lot to learn. Thank god you’ve got a great hyung like me, so willing to assist you in this process.” He ran a hand through his sweaty bangs, ruffling them. Then he grinned again, a grin edged knife-sharp with promise and intent; Taemin’s mouth went dry.
“Heechul-hyung?”
“We’ve only just gotten started on the ‘crazy wild sex’. We haven’t done a good job with your hair.” Taemin’s stomach dropped out in nervous excitement as Heechul leaned forward to breathe in his ear: “Why don’t you get on your knees, Taemin-ah? And hyung will see what he can do for your hair.”
***
Started/Finished: 2008.09.08
Notes: :DDDDDDDD?
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