Taemin groans softly, Kibum grinding relentlessly, hid jeans feeling tighter and tighter with each heavy movement. His hips buck upward impatiently, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes tightly as Kibum hits a particularly sensitive spot. It takes him a moment but Taemin realizes that he has been holding his breath, cutting off any and all sound that could leave his throat. He isn't sure what could hold him back from vocalizing everything he can, every push and every pull. Perhaps it's the fear of hearing his own voice.
Kibum is massaging Taemin's chest now, running his fingers roughly over the younger's nipples, causing him to let his held breath out in one sharp exhale, digging his fingernails into Kibum's shoulder blades in lieu of letting a moan escape his lips.
Kibum smirks.
The innocent face, exactly as he had imagined it to be, contorting into expressions of strained ecstasy without a sound.
Unacceptable, Kibum decides. He wants to make the maknae scream.
next:profanity
