Wrong Package: Return to Sender

Wrong Package: Return to Sender [Part 1]

Heavy pants filled the bathroom, mixing in with the steam in the room that pooled on the smooth curves of the two boys. The water was on for the sole purpose of masking the whimpers and moans coming from the. Later on it would help the two wash up from the guilty pleasure they were indulging in at the moment. For weeks they'd been stealing kisses and touches from each other, all in innocence since they knew they couldn’t be together; it was just one of those urges they had... An urge that couldn't be satisfied by either JongHyun or MinHo.

                The older of the two, and the more experienced one, was taking all the initiative in this case, even though he was used to being on the other end of the stick... Literally. He showered his younger friend in frantic kisses, taking in every single part of his ripe body. He got more passionate with his touches and embraces when he heard those little whimpers coming out of the boy’s throat. A particularly loud moan left him when he felt his erect member rub up against the others.

                “H-hyung,” he whispered.

                “Shh, TaeMin, it’s normal...” Key soothed.

                “No... We shouldn’t be doing this...”

                The heated moment froze for a moment as Key stared into the glazed eyes of the maknae. They seemed uncertain, filled with worry and doubt. His love for MinHo was surfacing in the most wrong of moments – when he was one touch away from ejaculating all over. Their eyes held together for quite some time. Seconds passed, followed by minutes with the only sound coming from the shower whose waterfall of water was beating down a suspenseful serenade on the bottom of the bath.

                Key felt his heart clench in his chest. He’d been so sure that TaeMin wanted this. It dawned on him that maybe his lust had blinded him and he’d forced his lust onto the smaller boy without him knowing because he was so innocent... TaeMin had barely ever touched himself in his seventeen years of living (a secret he had admitted in embarrassment to Key once). The battle between right and wrong fought out between each other in Key’s heard. You can imagine which side won if you saw Key in the state he was in: his member hanging near straight, h and dangerously close to TaeMin’s tight bottom... He wasn’t proud of it, but at that moment Key used the trust he had with TaeMin to meld him to go with his physical desires.

                “It’s okay, TaeMinnie,” he cooed, stroking the maknae’s cheek. “It’s only for this one time... They won’t ever find out.”

                TaeMin still looked uncertain. His brown eyes were regaining their innocence in a way Key didn’t like at all. So like a leech he latched himself on to TaeMin’s neck and sucked at the tender flesh. He murmured sweet nothings into his ear all the while ignoring the weakening protests of his dongsaeng. He worked so smoothly that he managed to get TaeMin sitting against the bath tub so he could now straddle him.

                “Hyung, stop...” TaeMin pleaded though his voice was barely able to make itself recognized over the gargled moan he elicited.

                In his right mind, Key would have stopped right then and there. He would rather be stung by a bee then to hurt his treasured friend and cheat on JongHyun, but Key was not in his right mind – he was horny. He wanted something JongHyun couldn’t give him and that was TaeMin.

                Another miniscule protest began to stutter out of TaeMin’s mouth only to be silenced with a kiss. While Key led a tango with their tongues he positioned himself so his entrance was being poked by TaeMin’s hard on. He definitely wasn’t as big or thick as JongHyun but Key didn’t mind, he just wanted to be fucked.