[M] xxx (1/1)

(A/N; not a story content update.)  He could see Minho swallow and his eyes darkened.  He slowly ran his fingers through Taemin’s hair, and he drew him that much closer.  Taemin let his eyes slide closed and he inhaled Minho’s perfect scent.                          “Little elf, you are so perfect, you have no idea the things you do to me,” Minho whispered against Taemin’s forehead. “My silly human, you haven’t figured out why I am here have you?” Minho brushed his nose against Taemin’s, he urged him on, “I know what comes next Minho, I saw the boys in the woods.”  “How long did you watch them?” Taemin stared into Minho’s eyes, the depth never failed to take Minho’s breath away.  “Long enough to watch the fox make the dog howl.”  Taemin felt Minho’s body heat up.  The man was excited and Taemin was causing it.  The thought was thrilling and he was getting impatient. Taemin pressed his lips to Minho’s as he gripped the fabric of his shirt. He arched his back and pressed his whole body into the man’s chest.  He felt so small in Minho’s arms, but so safe. Minho spread his fingers across Taemin’s back to touch as much of the elf’s back as he could.Minho pulled the boy unto his lap, spreading his legs on either side his hips, and ran his hands down tiny his sides.  He licked at Taemin’s plush bottom lip asking for entrance and was surprised when he felt Taemin’s tongue push into his own mouth.  Taemin licked along the top of Minho’s mouth before running his tongue along Minho’s back teeth and finally twisting his tongue around Minho’s. Taemin pulled back and looked at Minho with his lips swollen and wet. He started at Minho for a moment, looking a little confused. Before Minho could ask what was wrong Taemin return his mouth to the mans and continued dominating the man while he could.  Accepting Taemin taking charge of the kiss, Minho moved his hands up and down his sides feeling his tight muscles and thin frame. The little elf reciprocated the touch and rolled his hips against Minho’s stomach and tightened his grip on Minho’s shirt.  Neither where experienced but it didn’t make it any less intimate. They moved on what felt right. For Minho what felt right was removing the barriers blocking them, which currently was their clothes.  Minho tugged Taemin’s thin shirt effortlessly over his head, careful of his ears.  He wondered how sensitive they were.  He tossed the shirt to the floor and used his free hand to touch the tip of Taemin’s ear. The elf tensed, a shudder wracking his spine.  Minho smiled, he liked making Taemin blush but making Taemin feel pleasure was better than he could have imagined. Minho rubbed the sensitive skin like it was silk, he gently cupped the other ear.  Taemin’s eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned in close to Minho. The man took it to his advantage and licked the shell of one the sensitive ears.  “You’re so sexy Taemin,” he whispered, sucking one his little earrings.  Minho kept messaging, feeling Taemin shudder with every little movement.  Minho licked down Taemin’s neck, slowly kissing and sucking, until he reached Taemin’s Lfy mark.  He saw the small cut in the center and wondered what happened, but now was not the time to ask.  He licked the mark and blew, Taemin let out a shaky breath. Minho knew he had found what he was looking for.  He latched on to the mark and gently bit and sucked the skin there.  Finally Taemin’s voice broke and he let out a perfect moan, letting his head rest in Minho’s hand.  Minho continued to suck and gently rub his ears. As he sucked he tasted something metallic, not like blood but more electric.  Minho could actually taste Taemin’s Lyf force, he gave one more suck and kissed the small spot before sitting back to look at the little elf in his hands.  His eyes were barley open and his mouth hung agape, naked chest heaving, it was perfect. “Taeminnie, do you feel good?” The boy bit his lower lip and nodded. “Are you still sure about continuing?” A wicked smile graced those sinful lips. “Do I look like I want to stop, human?” his voice was low and raw, “or do you need to be convinced?” Taemin slid off Minho so he stood in front of the man.  He slowly ran his hands down his abdomen and hooked his slender thumbs into the tops of his loose pants, “follow me.” Minho didn’t need to be told twice. He jumped up, and shot a hand to his crotch to try and hide his excitement.  Taemin gracefully climbed on to the bed sitting on his feet. He patted the bed for Minho to sit next to him.  “Taemin, I have to be honest, I’m not quiet sure how this, works.” “Don’t worry, I watched those boys in the forest long enough.” He grabbed Minho’s shirt as he sat down and almost ripped it off him, he threw Minho down and resumed his position straddling Minho’s hips.  For the first time Taemin was able to really take in Minho’s physique.  His chest was solid and his shoulders were strong and broad. Taemin took his time running his thin fingers over every muscle. He leaned forward to first kiss Minho then move to his collar bones, sucking and nipping.  He made his way down to one of Minho’s dusky nipples. He ran the tip of his finger over it first, feeling Minho twitch, before he used his tongue swirling little patterns over it.  When he felt it tighten in his mouth he couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his lips. He continued kissing down Minho’s body.  “I have to tell you Minho,” he whispered, “I had ulterior motives coming here.” He felt Minho’s tight stomach muscles flex as he laughed, “you mean sex wasn’t the motive?” “No, that was part of it, but,” Taemin grabbed the hem of Minho’s pants, “I want to see your birth mark.” With that Taemin pulled the fabric off and over his legs, Minho tried to fight it but only ended up making things worse when as he rolled over, exposing Minho’s ass.  It was perfectly clear as far as Taemin could see, so he let Minho flip himself over again, but finished removing the troublesome pants.  That left one more place to look.  Minho wasn’t ashamed to be in front of Taemin naked, but it was a new experience.  His knees instinctively went together, but Taemin pulled them back apart and looked at Minho in all his glory.  Taemin couldn’t help but lick his lips in anticipation.  It would all come with time, right now Taemin busied himself looking for the mark.  He ran his hands on the inside Minho’s thighs watching his member twitch in excitement, spreading his legs even wider.  There was some hair near the base of Minho’s manhood, but not enough to hide what Taemin was looking for.  The mark was larger than Taemin’s and started on Minho’s pelvis and actually traveled up part of his shaft.  Taemin ran his thumb over the mark causing Minho to buck his hips slightly.  “You know, to be fair, you sucked on mine should I suck on yours?” The response was immediate, “yes, please, Taemin, please,” he panted. Taemin decided he liked this desperate side of Minho. He was about to dive right on Minho before he remembered, what he had felt in Minho’s mouth earlier.  Minho sensed his hesitation in a second, “Tae, what’s wrong? Do we need to stop?” “No, no, it’s not that, it’s just, my teeth, they are different than your.  I felt it when we kissed earlier. I promise to be careful, okay?” Minho looked confused, “I’m sure you’ll be fine, baby.”  Taemin moved up Minho’s body, “no, you don’t understand,” he laid flat against Minho, putting his face very close to the man.  “See?” he pulled one of his cheeks back with his finger to show Minho his teeth.  The front ones looked like human teeth, but a few teeth back, Minho could see sharp pointed teeth, resembling the k-9’s of dog. Minho ran his thumb along Taemin’s jaw, “I trust you Taemin.” Taemin’s face lit up, and he scurried back to sit between Minho’s legs.  He licked Minho’s hip bone and settled over Minho’s mark.  He started by kissing his pelvis and stroking his hand up Minho’s length.  Moving up to the tip he took a deep breath before swallowing Minho, the sound that came from Minho was inhuman, but full of desire.  Taemin smirked and let a low hum of laughter shake Minho to the core. He slid his mouth up and down, electing beautiful noises form Minho. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked, deep, all the way from the base up.  Minho fisted the sheets and Taemin could feel his thighs shake as the man tried not to thrust into the boy’s mouth.  It didn’t take long for Taemin’s jaw to start acting, but he stayed very alert to make sure Minho’s sensitive length didn’t touch his sharp teeth.  He felt Minho move his hands to Taemin’s hair, “baby, wait, if you go more, I’m going to…” Taemin sucked Minho all the way up one more, leaving Minho very wet.  He knew what he was going to have to do next for them to proceed, and he hadn’t decided if he should just do it himself or if he could talk Minho through it.   Taemin wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “We need something slick,” the elf looked at Minho. The man shifted so he could reach past Taemin and into one of the drawers of the table next to the bed. “I use this, to, well, you know.” What ever it was it would work.  “I need something form you now, Taemin.” The elf looked up at Minho. “Anything, what do you need.” Minho looked at his legs, “your pants. Off.” Before Taemin could register what was happening, he rotated their position so Taemin was on his back underneath him. The little elf, shrank into himself.  His confidence fading as the tables turned.  Minho saw the change in the little creature, and he kissed the top of his head, trailing fluttering kisses all the way down to his jaw.  “Tae, I have the general idea of where things go, but, I’m still worried that it might not, well, fit.” Taemin shyly nodded, “that’s what the slippery stuff is for. Before we can, you know, you have to use fingers first.” Taemin broke his eye contact, dark eyes, almost closing, and a deep blush dusting his perfect cheeks.  It was all the direction Minho needed, but he did love teasing the little elf.  He took his lubricant and leaning down to breath in to his sensitive ear again.  He started sliding Taemin’s pants off, but still covering the boy with most of his body.  “I still don’t know what I need to do baby, where do I put this?” Minho whispered into Taemin’s sensitive ear. Taemin began to squirm under Minho, whining slightly, “it goes between my legs, Minho.” The bigger man slid his warm hand over the head of Taemin’s erection, “here, love?” Taemin moaned, “no Min, lower.” Minho slid his hand to the base of Taemin’s length and ran his fingers through the little patch of hair, “here?” “no, Minho, stop teasing. Lower.” Minho used carefully poured some on the liquid onto his hands before he cupped Taemin’s tight balls, “so here love?” “Minho, stop, please.” Taemin was loosing his focus. “Oh, you want me to stop?” Minho slowly took his hand off Taemin.  “No! Minho please, touch me, please.” Oh, how sweet revenge sounded.  Minho sat back on his heels between Taemin’s legs, and poured more of the liquid from the vile on to his palm.  He let his had travel between Taemin’s legs until he found the elf’s heat. He rubbed his palm over Taemin’s entrance, spreading the slick substance on the boy.  He used his middle finger to tease the ring of muscles and Minho looked up to Taemin’s face as he slowly inserted his first finger.  The boy put his hand over his mouth to stifle the small moan, and his eye brows knotted together. “Tae, doe it feel okay.” It looked like Taemin was about to cry. “It just feels weird right now, but just keep going okay.”  Minho moved his finger in and out of the boy’s tight entrance.  When he felt Taemin relax a bit he added another finger waiting again until he was looser.  When he added the third finger Taemin’s pants turned in to moans. “Minho, please, I want you.”  It was more than enough reassurance for Minho he removed his fingers and coated his length in the slippery liquid and positioned his hips in front of Taemin.  He knew just shoving it in there would hurt the small boy, so he slowly let his manhood be swallowed into Taemin’s body.  The walls of his body constructed Minho, and he could feel the texture of his most intimate spot.  Minho slowly moved his hips finding a pace while Taemin grasped helplessly grabbed at Minho’s shoulder’s. “Y-yes min, Minho ah, Minho keep moving, please.” Minho kept going, getting a little faster.  When his legs started burning he sat back just a little, he thrust hard in to Taemin, and the boy screamed.  “There! Minho, move there!”  The  feeling of Taemin shaking and contracting in pleasure was almost too much for Minho, he had to focus, not to finish inside the boy right then.  Taemin was a gasping mess, sweat glistened on his forehead and his hair started to matte to his neck.  Minho kept up his pace but leaned down to suck Taemin’s neck, he messily kissed until he tasted the metallic taste of Taemin’s mark.  When Minho sucked hard Taemin arched his back off the bed and clung to Minho’s back letting a wonderful moan draw out of him.  The feeling of his body pulsing around him Minho came almost simultaneously pumping his last efforts in to the boy’s body.  He pushed several strands of hair from the boys face before pulling out and laying next to half conscious elf.   (A/N; -////- k bye~)