Jonghyun swears it was the suit and tie. 
 
His smooth pale skin, pink full inviting lips, and dark hair wasn’t the only thing that made the older long for his body. It was that damn suit and tie he would come home wearing, the one that framed his slim figure so appealingly, the same particular uniform that made him think about Taemin in ways he really wish he hadn’t. 
 
It was possibly the best thing Jonghyun ever saw Taemin wearing. Hes starting to intensely having desire for doing all sorts of things with him when he comes home wearing the attire. He was a bit nervous to speak to Taemin about things that had anything to do with having sex with him, their relationship was full of the basic things couples did, things like their daily hugs, kisses, and their addicting cuddling on the weekends.  
 
Jonghyun runs a finger through his silvery hair, annoyed that he would have to satisfy himself like this most of the time, but it wasn’t such a bad thing. 
 
Taemin would be home in approximately fifty minutes, that would get Jonghyun time to jerk off to his hearts content. He loved to do it in fact, he always knew how to please himself, he was certain was he liked. He slumped back against the headboard, dragging out his sorely erected cock. An annoyed sigh left his lips as his fingers formed a fist around it, beginning to let his hands move at the tempo of motion that forced moans from his throat.  
 
Each stroke closer to his climax, made it painful for any breaths to leave his throat. He would never start of slowly when he did it himself, he would start off speedily, that’s just the way he always loved it. Taemin’s name made its way out of his lips as he slumped down a bit, groaning loudly, rocking his hips along with the rhythm of his hands. He knew he would have to make his booming gasps muffled, but he was too in to it to care anymore. 
 
He inhaled a sharp breath before breathing out an abnormal one. His head tilted back in euphoria, teeth nibbling on his lip so hard he thought they would’ve bled by now, member pulsing heavily in his hand. He surrendered himself to the overflow of the waves of fulfillment that took over his body for a couple of seconds, causing him to shiver before his eyes drifted open. He came, it oozed over the tip and stopped mid-way onto his shaft. 
 
It would’ve been so much better if it was his companion, Jonghyun always thought that when he was done. Of course, he cleaned himself up with a lengthy, warm shower, got dressed into a black wife beater and some jeans that fit him well if he did say so himself. He liked the way the shirt always showed off his toned arms and he was sure Taemin found it more alluring than he did himself.  
 
Doing that left him with around ten minutes until Taemin got home and he couldn’t wait. Today was the day he was going to show Taemin through actions — not words, how much he desired robustly for him and his body. He had nothing to lose. 
 
Casually, Jonghyun taps his fingers on his lap before glancing around the room, examining it for something to kill time. Not finding anything to catch his interest quick enough, he reaches for his phone on the night stand and starts browsing his selection of applications, which he has a big variety of games that he enjoys playing at times and other times they make him angry because he can’t pass on to the next level. He decides to open a game he uses to kill the most time - Its the Rubix Cube. He doesn’t enjoy them, he thinks they’re too hard, far too many twisting and turning for him. 
 
In the end, he did get lost in the game, his eyebrows furrowed as he tapped the screen in anger, trying to get a full on straight cube. He grunts in frustration, presses the side of his phone to turn it off and places it back on the dresser, hard, but not hard enough to do any damage. He sways his legs, whistling a tune, glancing around the room every once in a while. He realizes how bored he is when Taemin isn’t home.  
 
Almost a minute after he realized it, the door knob turns, and his sweetheart enters. The first thing he notices is hes wearing that tempting suit and tie, the one that compliments his face so much, and shows the shape of his body ever so slightly. Jonghyun can’t help but to be turned on by it, its a gorgeous sight to him, and all he wants to do is show his love to him through being psychical contact. He wants to touch him so badly, nothings stopping him, Jonghyun just wants to wait for the right moment to do so. 
 
After Taemin enters and begins setting his stuff down, Jonghyun shifted his eyes to admire how handsome he looked in that suit. His pursed his lips, why did he have to be so tempting? “Taemin.” He called for the boy and Taemin gave him fatigued look from a long day of work. However, he complied with his command and made his way over to him, but as soon as he did Jonghyun latched on to the others tie to pull him downwards, capturing his mouth with a starved desperation. 

Taemin displayed bewilderment at first but then gave in to his inviting set of lips. They moved down until his head was pressed against the comfortable fabric of their bed and Taemin’s hand were sinking into the mattress of the bed above him, their lips still intoxicating the both of them. 
 
Jonghyun cursed under his breath, he never knew he had the ability to kiss someone so passionately like he did, that was something he wasn’t predicting. As far as their relationship went, the farthest they ever went into was simple pecks and warmhearted hugs, but for both sides it wasn’t enough. 
 
His tongue moved past any opposition his pressed together lips would have put up before his tongue found Jonghyun’s. It stroked his mouth in ecstasy, moist, it danced sensuously with his, Jonghyun’s breathing quickly became irregular. Taemin’s vehement eyes peered into the submissive pair of his boyfriends, his tongue sliding from in between his lips, leaving a provocative, wet kiss on his lips.  
 
An unfamiliar grin evaded his face, causing Jonghyun to ponder about, but quickly brush away the feeling of interest. Little did he know, the first time they ever did something so intimate, Taemin planned on dominating Jonghyun with all he had. First went their shirts, then Jonghyun interrupted all activity to get down on his knees. His heart started throbbing, his teeth bit into the flesh of his lips, just imagining it got him all worked up. 
 
His slender fingers made its way towards the button of his pants, unfastening it skillfully, before moving his face closer to his crotch. Taemin let out a hitched breath before Jonghyun’s teeth clutched onto the zipper and moved it down, those eyes that were identical to a puppy drove Taemin more or less, insane. The way he glanced up, through his eyelashes, was enough to make his heart stop before beating once more. 
 
He watched as Jonghyun’s hands slipped in between his black pants, tugging them down achingly slow, getting nothing but amusement out of the excited expression on Taemin’s face. He then reached inside his solid blue boxers, a choppy moan was almost loud enough to nearly ricochet off the wall, Jonghyun gave a cocky smirk as his fingers moved along the shaft. Taemin pressed his lips together, Jonghyun fully released his growing erection before teasingly running his fingers over the side. Giving Taemin an innocent look before his mouth cocked to the side to press insignificant kisses along it, Taemin shuddered at the feeling of his mouth moving along his blatant arousal. Teasing, that was something Jonghyun was good at, testing someones patience until they finally exploded, he got satisfaction from it but was often left rethinking his reaction later on. 
 
The others palm wrapped around his fiery erection, eye contact was inevitable, his fist began to leisurely pump up and down his length. A pleased fill sigh spilled from Taemin, Jonghyun took that as a sign he was doing well and continued on with the pace, his tongue flicking gently on the head of it. His fingers pressed into Taemin’s milky thighs before his warm, wet, cavern took most of his straining hard on into it. Gasps emerged bit by bit from Taemin as his head began to bob down, he never knew he was so proficient with his tongue, but he had nothing to complain about. It was seductive how his cheeks would cave in ever so slightly and how his eyes would meet with his everytime he moved from the base and back to the tip. 
 
Taemin started to clearly become aggressive when a fistful of Jonghyun’s hair was grabbed with strong hands. Taemin moved into his mouth a couple of times, before it got really good to him, and he started doing it more frequently. His hands forced Jonghyun down on it, Jonghyun was contented to see Taemin finally start to show this type of behavior around him, in all honesty he couldn’t deny that when Taemin was like this, it was what turned him on the most. 
 
“Mmn.” Taemin mumbled under his breath, feeling as he lost himself to the pleasure. His hips moved forward, a steady grip on Jonghyun’s silver hair, breathing at a desperate rhythm. He swallowed a lump in his throat, arching his back voluntarily a tiny bit and Jonghyun began catching up with his belligerent bucks. With that, lewd slurping sounds sounded from below Taemin and he loved every second of it. A rather high moan flowed out his mouth, feeling himself about to spill himself into Jonghyun’s mouth without warning, but he couldn’t stop now. 
 
Inaudible repetitive moans of Jonghyun’s name surged from his mouth, quickening the thrusts he slammed into the others mouth, then he quaked for a little. With an uninhibited howl of bliss, Taemin let his warm hot liquids pour into his mouth, and Jonghyun gladly accepted that with a smug smile on his face. Taemin watched a bit ashamed as he saw his seed travel down his beautifully formed throat. 
 
Jonghyun pulled his mouth off his still erect cock before wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up and Taemin looked at him, pondering what he was going to do to him next. 
 
No rather, how Taemin was going to dominant him and show him who was boss in this relationship. He couldn’t begin to go on about how he yearned for Jonghyun and how this felt so much better than when he was masturbating, thinking about him. 
 
Jonghyun thinks nothing of what he did until he hears Taemin get up and start walking towards him. “Fucking Kim Jonghyun.” Taemin curses at him and its the first time he ever hears something like that spill from his lips so easily so he becomes frightened. Jonghyun looks at his darling and Taemin runs his fingers through his light hair, pulling Jonghyun closer to crash their lips together, his cock rests against his stomach, Jonghyun flinches a bit but soon comes to enjoys the friction between their lips. 
 
Taemin is just so done with holding what he had back, he shoves Jonghyun into the wall and Jonghyun cringes.  
 
“You’re done for.” Taemin bites his lip, but before Jonghyun can decipher the meaning, Taemin jerks his wrist and turns him around, then shoves him against the wall once more. Jonghyun gulps as Taemin comes from behind him, working his way at his pants button, then hastily moving his pants down to his knees. Jonghyun quivers at the new feelings of the air breezing against his throbbing fullness.  
 
Taemin’s nails dig into the creamy skin of Jonghyun’s waist, moving him back, to bend him over a bit more. Without letting Jonghyun know, he forces his wet cock in between his nice ass cheeks. He grunts at how tight Jonghyun feels around him, on the other hand Jonghyun lets out an agonized moan. Jonghyun whimpers before putting his hands on the wall, scrunching them up to almost form a fist. “You could’ve warned me..” Jonghyun cried out to Taemin. 
 
He moves himself out before slamming himself back inside of him, Jonghyun lets out another suffering gasp rip from his throat. “Shut up.” Taemin hisses at him before he starts to move himself into him, slowly, trying his best to maintain his consideration for his lover. Getting the right beat to it, he got the chance to delve deeper into him, rocking his hips with each movement he made inside of him. 
 
“Oh god.” Jonghyun breathes out to gives him a psychical response by grabbing a fist full of his hair and yanking his head backwards. “Fuck. Do you know how to be quiet?” Taemin growls at him, picking up the speed. As Jonghyun felt like he couldn’t get anymore stimulated from any of this, Taemin reaches one of hands around to grip onto his cock, pumping it with some force, shallow breaths spouting from him. 
 
“Taemin.” He cried out to the younger, but Taemin ignores them. Jonghyun wants to scream his name, tell him how fucking fantastic it feels to be dominated by him, to let Taemin know that hes hitting all the right places at all the right times but Taemin is fucking him so intensely that its hard for a single breath to leave his mouth and if something does, its a strangled moan. 
 
Taemin began to brutally pound him, rapidly moving himself in and out, his hip bones smashing into Jonghyun’s ass cheeks. “Taemin—right fucking there.” A loud wail was forced out of his throat and Taemin became pleased with hearing that, a half-assed confident grin expanded across his face, he dug his nails into Jonghyun’s waist deeper. 
 
Taemin furrowed his eyebrows, he concentrated on hitting the spot that made him scream luxury like that and when he pounded into it, he made sure he did it nice and hard. Hard enough to make sure Jonghyun probably wouldn’t be able to move a single muscle after this. 
 
Their breaths became heavier and louder, they both knew they wouldn’t last much longer like this, it felt way too good on both sides. They’ve never felt so heavenly together in their lives. Taemin moves Jonghyun’s head so it can face him and he could pull him into an intense kiss. 
 
Taemin chewed on his bottom lip, abusing it for the most part, hoping to leave that part of him sore too.  
 
With everything that was pleasing him at a time, that was it, Jonghyun couldn’t take it anymore. 
 
He empties himself on Taemin’s hand and lets out a sigh of relief. 
 
But Taemin wasn’t done. 
 
Taemin pressed his back down a little more, to get his last few thrusts of exhilaration before a groan of euphoric lush left his lips. As Jonghyun thought he would spurt inside of him, Taemin let go of his hair, then pulled out to jerk his cock a little before releasing it onto his ass cheeks, watching in delight as it dripped down to his lower thigh.  
 
In the end, they both got what they wanted. Jonghyun felt absolutely weak as if he couldn’t even make the effort to move his legs, he felt like his body was going to collapse on him, yet he got the fuck of a lifetime from his companion, and that’s all he really needed.  
 
“You’re going to pay for this.” Jonghyun managed to breathe out, hair all matted and tangled, clinging to his hair from the sweat that was streaming from his body.  
 
“Ah, really?” Taemin managed to give him that loveable, celestial laugh he would always have. Before heading to the shower himself, he gave Jonghyuns ass a tough slap before humming into his ear, “Look like I really messed you up, didn't I?” Taemin gave another laugh, proud of his achievement. 
 
Jonghyun was definitely going to get him back for this.