Taemin doesn't know when or how this happened. He'd gone out drinking with his bandmates to celebrate his 20th birthday and becoming a legal adult, but everything after the pouring of bottles is a blur.
He doesn't know why his hands are running up the soft skin under his Hyung's shirt, why their lips are so desperately smashing against each others, why Onew is pressed into the same couch they'd been sitting at while watching shitty TV, eating snacks, and telling horrible jokes-- he's far too drunk and incoherent to remember when all of this started.
But he can focus in on the feel of Onew's skin against his own, the light smell of forest pine seeping through the heavy soju scent, and a tongue worming it's way into the kiss and decide that he doesn't really want to remember the when or how or why, he just wants to enjoy it.
His hand goes a little higher, pressing firmly and massaging, Onew purring into the sloppy kiss. Annoyed when the clothing start to get in his way, Taemin pulls the shirt off, immediately going to lick and nip at the creamy white skin. Everything is fuzzy around the edges and Taemin can't be sure if he's doing anything wrong, but a soft moan let's him know he's doing something right.
Onew's hands reach up, fingers playing with Taemin's hair as the he moves to nibble on Taemin's ear. The younger of the two groans, hips shifting and making Onew bite his lip to stifle a moan.
"If we're going to do that, we need to go to the bedroom," Onew whispers into his ear, voice husky from pleasure. Taemin's quick to comply, an attempt to pull himself and Onew up reminding himself that the soju had deteriorated his motor skills as he ends up bringing the both of them to the floor.
It's a happy accident, though, because their bodies slide together just right and oh god… the noise Onew makes. Taemin shivers, trying to get the both of them up and down the hall way.
The door swings open and stays that way, Onew pushing Taemin down into the mattress after pulling his shirt off. They kiss just as desperate and sloppy as before, moving and writhing and switching positions, hands no longer wondering in the erogenous zones above the waist but going down to pull off belts and pants. Taemin struggling a bit with Onew's jeans, having trouble slipping the tight clothe down his thick thighs, but it isn't long until he gets to feel the bare skin with his finger tips, hands teasing at the inner thigh, just below the fabric hiding Onew's straining cock.
Onew gasps when Taemin lifts up a section of the fabric, a few fingers slipping close enough to graze against his length.
"T-there's lube in the drawer," he whines when Taemin repeats the previous action, hand sliding up his other thigh, going under his boxer-briefs. He moans when Taemin goes up further, hand running alongside his member's pulsing vein. Taemin pulls away, deciding to drag Onew in for a deep kiss, tongue lapping at the roof of his mouth and saliva dripping from their lips
Onew isn't sure when Teamin reached for it, but the popping of a bottle cap and the cool slick sensation on his ass is all the warning he needs before a cold digit slips past his entrance. He tries not to tense, grabbing onto Taemin as his fingers explores the inside, feeling around and grazing Onew's walls, going in deep as he pushes into the knuckle, adding fingers as he goes. Onew whimpers as a third is added and he is stretched, legs quivering as he struggles to keep them open, a loud moan pouring out his thick lips when a certain ball of nerves is hit.
Teamin licks his lips, basking in the sight of Onew, flushed to the neck and panting as his grip on Taemin tightened painfully.
"There," Onew practically moaned the word, " Again."
Taemin gave into Onew's will, aiming for the same spot and hearing Onew whine and mewl again and again, hips pushing back to try and force the ditches in deeper.
Taemin's abdomen tightened, the front of his boxers drenched in pre cum and member pulsing in need. He pulled out his fingers, Onew's arched back sinking into the mattress and eyebrows furrowing in dissatisfaction.
Taemin offered a reassuring smile, trying not to rush as he pulled on the condom and put a fair amount of lube on his cock. His hands went to hold Onew's legs, spreading him apart further for easy access, " Are you ready?"
Onew nodded, eyes screwing shut as Taemin slid into him, taking deep breaths as he slowly adjusted.
"Fucking hell," Taemin moaned, feeling Onew's tight velvet walls surround him and desperately resisting the urge to move, " Jinki you feel amazing."
Onew lifted his arms, pulling Taemin down for a fervent kiss before shifting his hips.
" Move," he almost pleads, eyes hooded, and bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat. Taemin groans, pumping in an out, Onew trying and failing to hold back whimpers and moans as his insides are abused.
"Ah--," he chocked, unintentionally clenching around Taemin as that spot inside him is brushed again, but then Taemin slips-- the sweat on their bodies and their drunken states making things more clumsy then they should be-- and slides in even deeper, Onew letting a whole slew a curse words he wouldn't normally say fall from his lips.
"K-keep going," Onew whines, hand digging into his shoulder as he listens to Taemin's harsh pants.
It isn't long till they've found a pace again, Taemin holding onto the headboard for support so he won't fall again, Onewi's ankles wrapped around his waist as he drags himself to meet Taemin's thrusts, the heat and friction becoming two much to bear.
Onew reaches down, hand gripping his leaking erection as he jerks himself off, Taemin pistoning in and out of him erratically, hips cramping with the force he's using.
They go together for one more pathetically desperate kiss, nearly missing each other's mouths before Onew abruptly pulls away, back arching and neck craning as his head forces itself back into the pillow, Taemin's name on his lips as he crashes and paints their stomaches white. Taemin is soon after, his dick pulled into an impossibly tight grip as Onew clenches around him before he cums, face buried into Onew's shoulder.
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When Taemin wakes up he has the most painful migraine he had ever experience in the entirety of his life as well as a great feeling of 'were the fuck am I?' when looking around the bedroom. After blinking the spots of of his eyes he saw Onew by the window, opening the blinds to let sunlight into the room. He hasn't forgot what happened the night before, and his surprisingly clean nether regions and clothes told him Onew probably hasn't either.
"Mind shutting the blinds?" Taemin squints, blinking constantly because he can't decide if opening or closing his eyes would be less painful.
"Hangover, huh?" Onewi says, and Taemin notices the slight limp in his walk with a strange sense of pride as Onew walks over to him and pats him on the shoulder.
"Welcome to the world of adults, Taeminnie."
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