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whatthekey) wrote2011-03-20 09:08 pm
whatthekey) wrote2011-03-20 09:08 pm
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[fic] I'll Always Be Fine - SHINee
Title: I'll Always Be Fine (by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sardothien )
Fandom: SHINee
Pairings: Minho/Taemin (2Min)
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 374
Om nom nom, I eat SHINee fics for breakfast.
sardothien )Fandom: SHINee
Pairings: Minho/Taemin (2Min)
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 374
Taemin always cried during love.
No matter how gentle Minho was, no matter how cautious, Taemin could never stop the tears from slipping, hot and slick and saline, down his cheeks into his open, gasping mouth.
Taemin trembled, sometimes. He trembled because he didn't know where the tears came from or how to stop them.
Sometimes, they caught him off guard, when Taemin curled his fingers deep into the sheets and Minho's breath blew thick and heavy past his ear and his cries mingled with the creaks and groans of the bed. Taemin would feel his eyes sting and water, and all at once, the noises and the movement would simply disappear and it would just be Minho thrusting relentlessly away, unaware of Taemin's sobbing or tear-wet eyelashes.
Sometimes, he cried before anything began, and Minho would stop what he was doing to fuss over him. Taemin would try to turn away, swiping furiously at his flaming cheeks as Minho pulled him close and kissed him sweet and soft and slow. He'd still be crying if Minho slid his hand south, tugging at his jeans and pulling them down over his slender hips. He'd cry in ecstasy then, as that glorious hand moved, cry because he was just a teenager filled with want and need, and he cried because he didn't know how to sate it, and because he had never felt anything this good.
But no matter how it happened, he'd still end up a panting, sticky mess of tears and sweat and saliva, and Minho would stroke his hair in a way that almost made him want to die.
Taemin tried to apologize for it once, but the words kept tripping over themselves and he got increasingly flustered, because he didn't know how to apologize for something he couldn't explain.
And in the end, he just accepted it. Taemin knew he was grappling with a concept that was far beyond his comprehension, so he didn't try to understand. He hated the fact that he cried, but it still happened. Even as he moaned and shuddered and bit his lips and Minho's hands and mouth roamed freely, there was nothing he could do.
He closed his eyes and let the tears fall.
No matter how gentle Minho was, no matter how cautious, Taemin could never stop the tears from slipping, hot and slick and saline, down his cheeks into his open, gasping mouth.
Taemin trembled, sometimes. He trembled because he didn't know where the tears came from or how to stop them.
Sometimes, they caught him off guard, when Taemin curled his fingers deep into the sheets and Minho's breath blew thick and heavy past his ear and his cries mingled with the creaks and groans of the bed. Taemin would feel his eyes sting and water, and all at once, the noises and the movement would simply disappear and it would just be Minho thrusting relentlessly away, unaware of Taemin's sobbing or tear-wet eyelashes.
Sometimes, he cried before anything began, and Minho would stop what he was doing to fuss over him. Taemin would try to turn away, swiping furiously at his flaming cheeks as Minho pulled him close and kissed him sweet and soft and slow. He'd still be crying if Minho slid his hand south, tugging at his jeans and pulling them down over his slender hips. He'd cry in ecstasy then, as that glorious hand moved, cry because he was just a teenager filled with want and need, and he cried because he didn't know how to sate it, and because he had never felt anything this good.
But no matter how it happened, he'd still end up a panting, sticky mess of tears and sweat and saliva, and Minho would stroke his hair in a way that almost made him want to die.
Taemin tried to apologize for it once, but the words kept tripping over themselves and he got increasingly flustered, because he didn't know how to apologize for something he couldn't explain.
And in the end, he just accepted it. Taemin knew he was grappling with a concept that was far beyond his comprehension, so he didn't try to understand. He hated the fact that he cried, but it still happened. Even as he moaned and shuddered and bit his lips and Minho's hands and mouth roamed freely, there was nothing he could do.
He closed his eyes and let the tears fall.
Om nom nom, I eat SHINee fics for breakfast.