Wrong Package: Return to Sender

Wrong Package: Return to Sender [Part 2]

                His lips travelled down to TaeMIn’s neck. He moved around the couple hickies that marked his neck and left his own. There was a certain spot he found right between TaeMin’s collar bone and neck that made him writhe under MinHo.

                The older boy moaned TaeMin’s name over and over again against his skin. The younger boy reacted by arching his back and accidentally rubbing his bulge on MinHo’s. They let out synchronized moans and this timed bumped against each other purposely this time around so they could feel that sensation run through their hips once more.

                “H-hyung...” TaeMin moaned. His fingers grabbed at MinHo’s hair but his new cut made it impossible for him to grab on to what used to be long, dark locks of silky hair. Instead of threading his fingers in the quickly dishevelling mop of MinHo’s hair TaeMin wrapped on hand on the back of his neck and used the other grip his muscular shoulder.

                “Call me MinHo, TaeMin~ah,” MinHo panted.

                “MinHo...” TaeMin moaned.

                Shirts were quickly taken off, tossed over the edge of the bunk bed to lay with the pillow that had fallen during TaeMin’s restless sleep. MinHo’s lips moved down the pale chest of his boyfriend’s hairless chest. He stopped at one of the perky nipples and took it into his mouth, using his tongue to run over the hard nub. He moved lower, enjoying the released moans getting louder and louder.

                “You’re beautiful TaeMin...” MinHo complimented.

                Had TaeMin not already been flushed from the heat of the moment he would have blushed at the words. The young boy had a case full of words he would have liked to say to MinHo but all he was capable of doing was thrusting his hips up.

                MinHo chuckled at the action and tugged at the hem of his pants. He was surprised to see no boxers considering TaeMin almost always usually wore something underneath his clothes; he nearly got poked in the eye when those naked, slender hips thrust up again.

                “Someone’s excited...” MinHo muttered, kissing around the base of the erect cock.

                It was overwhelming how much passion TaeMin felt. Unlike when he and Key had done it there was no rush to the kisses and touches. His back arched in pleasure and his arms grabbed instead of pushed – it was a whole different scene.

                “MinHo... I-I don’t know what to do...” TaeMin confessed.

                “Just go with the flow...” MinHo discarded everything covering his lower half. “Suck,” he ordered, holding his fingers up to TaeMin’s mouth. He chuckled when TaeMin’s eyes widened. “If you want it to hurt less you need to do what I say.”

                TaeMin nodded slightly and sucked on MinHo’s fingers. He tried to keep his eyes on MinHo as he did but he got taken over with some instinct he never knew he had. His tongue traced patterns on MinHo’s fingertips as his eyes squeezed shut. Something about it seemed so erotic that MinHo couldn’t help but moan.

                “That’s good TaeMin...” MinHo whispered. He pulled his fingers out of the moist cavern of TaeMin’s mouth and closed his lips over TaeMin’s damp ones. While they kissed tenderly he put his fingers in a dryer but much tighter cavern. TaeMin pulled away from the kiss to let out a little scream.

                “M-MinHo!” he wailed.

                “It’ll feel good soon, I promise...” MinHo soothed. He put in another finger wincing when TaeMin writhed underneath him. His head moved to the side, exposing more of that perfect, creamy skin to MinHo. He placed kissed all over his boyfriend’s jaw and neck to try and calm him all the while using his hips and legs to spread TaeMin’s legs.

                When MinHo felt he’d stretched TaeMin’s hole enough he brought his fingers out. The boy’s body sagged, able to relax now that there wasn’t something ripping him in half.

                “Are you ready?” MinHo asked.

                “Make me yours,” TaeMin begged in a voice that would turn any straight man gay.

                The two shared a sweet kiss before MinHo straightened up. He kneeled between TaeMin’s legs, lifting him up a bit so he could position himself at TaeMin’s entrance. The young boy moaned, big brown eyes barely slit open enough to lock with MinHo’s froggy ones.

                “I love you,” TaeMin whispered.

                “I love you, too,” MinHo said.

                It took a small push for the head of MinHo’s member to penetrate that tight, fresh hole of TaeMin’s. It was a job in itself just to push the rest of the way in. It was painfully tight and by the way TaeMin clutched the sheets and cried it was more painful for him.

                Minho tried to convince TaeMin that it’d be okay as he pushed his whole length into his boyfriend. He kissed away the salty tears trickling down his cheeks and began moving at a slow but steady pace. His hands caressed every part of TaeMin’s sweaty body.

                Together they set out at a decent pace; slow enough to enjoy the love of each other and their first time, but fast enough for it to not be more excruciatingly painful than it was and for it not to spoil their first time.

                As the thrusts continued Minho built up more confidence to go deeper. With one particular push he hit something that made TaeMin’s mind fog up. All his senses elated to a surreal point, his toes curled, and his back arched and his lips moaned MinHo’s name louder than he thought possible. The erotic sound made MinHo quicken his pace. He placed a kiss to TaeMin’s lips while grabbing his swollen member; it had been flopping around neglected while they made love.

                He curled his fingers around it, pumping at the same speed he was thrusting. His stomach clenched a sign that he was going to reach his high soon.

                “Ah, yes! Harder MinHo!” TaeMin begged.

                His request was obliged MinHo grabbed on to TaeMin’ ships and pounded into him with a force he never knew he had. His grunting pants added to the symphony of mewls and whimpers singing out of TaeMin’s throat. MinHo found it beautiful the way his skinny body rose and fell with each of his heavy breaths; the way sweat drops slid down his collar bone, the way his hair stuck to his forehead and clung to the nape of his neck; the way his eyes opened every once in a while to gaze into MinHo’s with that glazed over look; and the way his lips tried to meet his in a messy kiss.

                “I’m close, MinHo,” TaeMin wailed.

                “Come with me, TaeMin. Be mine...”

                “I’ll be yours... Forever! Ah!”

                The next thrust proved to be the final straw for MinHo. His seed came bursting out of him, taking home in TaeMin’s hole to mark him as MinHo’s. The events with Key were erased as the older boy gave a final twitch. TaeMin had reached his climax with just a few strokes and now his seed lay on his flat stomach as well as the chiselled abs of MinHo and his hand.

                TaeMin gave a tired smile, caressing MinHo’s cheek with a shaking hand. “I’m yours,” he whispered.

                MinHo smiled, leaning into the touch.

                “You’re mine,” he confirmed.