“ room two

@lee sungyeol [md] "Who's the victim?" he teased, smirking before smashing his lips back onto the other, kissing him roughly and hungrily while one hand his backside and the other palming his clothed member. His tongue explore the other's heated cavern once more before travelling down to his jawline – teasing him with soft butterfly kisses and then down onto the side of his neck. His hand ran along the rim of the other's boxers, then sneaking in and stroking his length. "Since when.. Did you.. taste so.." he said between kisses, his free hand exploring his exposed, toned chest. "Sweet?" he continued, sitting up and breaking the kisses to his shirt.

After a few quick seconds of trying to get the buttons out of the slits of his dress shirt, irritated, he simply just ripped it off, breaking the buttons and quickly took off his shirt. His slim, weak yet toned figure revealed – he smirked, pressing down on the taller once more. "I told you i'm stronger than I look," he said before lightly biting along the other's collarbone. Finally done with the teasing, he easily slid off the other's boxers and threw it away somewhere in the room, his lips travelling lower.

@lee taemin [rw/rs] Sungyeol was glad to find himself on a bed(when he ignored all the kisses and the leg between his own) especially since the last he had been ed standing up, left him with a sore spine for days. His lips parted slightly, letting out small 'ah's' and 'Minnie~'s' every few seconds, fingers tangling themselves in Taemins messed up hair. He loved the feeling of Taemins lips and tongue pressed against his dhest, he loved the teasing bites he recieved and he especially loved the feeling of Taemins thigh grinding against his crotch. The friction made him want more, sending sparks down his spine and his toes to curl.

"mm, Tae~" he mumbled, back arching off of the bed and his own hands letting go of the others hair and helped Taemin pull of his own pants. God he hated wearing them right now. Everytime Sungyeol got it on with smeone, he always started to hate his clothes at some point. Probably because he liked to be completely as fast as possible. He kicked them off so he was left only in his boxer-briefs, a light sheen of sweat already covering his body and pressing uncomfortable against his underwear. He bit his bottom lip slowly and gestured with his finger for Taemin to come closer to him. "Come here when you've taken off those clothes of yours, babe." he purred softly, pupils blown wide with desire and any traces of innocence completely gone.

@lee sungyeol [md] [] omf /jumps off a bridge

He chuckled, his tongue dancing along with Sungyeol's in such perfect rhythm. His fingers d the side of the other's neck in a teasingly manner, he gently bit on the other's lower lip before it. He had to admit, sometimes when they were together, all Taemin would stare at is his tempting, pouty lips. He found it somewhat adorable in a way, he wondered how it would feel against his own – and he was finally able to. But that was just damn curiosity, and he was in for so much more. Fingers tangled in his now messy hair, yanked back. He stared at the other, smirking at his request and feeling a sneaky hand running across the hem of his jeans – slightly touching the skin that rested under.

"I'll make you regret it," he said with a tint of mischief, his knee slipping in between the other's thighs and rocking against his clothed member. He leaned in again, pressing wet kisses against his jawline and down to his neck. Taemin begun ing the other's dress shirt, stripping his shoulders and then pushing him roughly until he was against the bed. His lips travelled down to his chest, teasingly biting the skin and then kissing it better – he pushed Sungyeol to lie on his back – his hands fumbling impatiently with the other's pants, his leg still grinding between his thighs.

@lee taemin [rw/rs] [i shall teach you e u e never fear]

Taemin bringing Sungyeol to his room was hard to remember. Especially since he was preoccupied by the others soft lips against his own. But he had to admit, Taemin was a lot stronger then he remembered and Sungyeol could easily feel a set of washboard abs, not much different from his own only.. Less pronounced slightly, through Taemins shirt as he was pressed up against a wall. He wrapped his arms tightly around the others waist, head tilting to press hus lips harder against Taemins and mouth accepting the others slick tongue eagerly.

A soft groan escaped his throat at Taemins very skillful tongue and he pressed his own against Taemins; and . Taemin was a skilled kisser, Sungyeol decided but he wanted this to move along faster. He tangled his fingers in Taemins soft, brown hair and yanked his head back; a trail of saliva strung between the two. Sungyeol let the saliva string drip off onto his shirt(well, he wouldn't be wearing it anytime soon) before saying, voice breathless and slightly higher pitched "challenge two, make me moan, baby." he mumbled huskily, running his fingers across the hem of Taemins jeans

@lee sungyeol [md] He grinned at the satisfying response he received, feeling two sneaky arms swiftly making it's way around Taemin's waist. Taemin rolled his eyes at the comment, a scoff escaping his lips. "You just never seem to pay attention," he whispered, his lips brushing against the other's as he spoke. He smirked, feeling a tongue brimming against his bottom lip – then pulling away as he raised a brow at the 'first challenge', then smirking in approval. "You're clearly digging your own grave," he said, softly pressing his lips against Sungyeol's as he lead him towards the rooftop exit.

Taemin hastily unlocked his door, his lips still pressed against Sungyeol's, dragging him in and then locking the door. His arms wrapped around his neck again and pressed him against the wall, kissing him more hungrily as one of his hands searched for the light switch then flicking it on before making its way back to the other's neck. Without asking for entrance, he ran his tongue along Sungyeol's bottom lip then entered his sweet, heated cavern – exploring every corner thoroughly.

[] /foreverhorriblewriting