ice cream

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taekey; pg-15
1336 words
warning for intense kissing scenes??

At first, it was just about the vanilla ice cream. Kibum bought it from the grocery store along with tons of other stuff, and Taemin had excitedly fished it out of the bag before Kibum could stop him. Too lazy to cross the kitchen to the cutlery drawer, Taemin had peeled off the cover of the ice cream pint and dipped a finger in to taste it. Clicking his tongue, Kibum slapped Taemin’s hand and ordered him to get a spoon, but before he could continue his litany of scoldings Taemin scooped a dollop of ice cream with his finger and jammed it into Key’s mouth, effectively shutting the older man up as the coldness made him stiffen in surprise. Kibum narrowed his eyes in mock annoyance, but Taemin just smirked and stuck his tongue out, traces of ice cream still drawn on it. In an attempt to wipe the smug smile from the maknae’s face, Kibum dipped two of his fingers in the ice cream, too, and jammed them a little too forcefully in between Taemin’s smirk. He wiggled them a bit to spite the maknae, whose lips formed a pout around Kibum’s fingers. Soon, it became some sort of a feeding frenzy, with either of them trying to outdo each other in pushing ice-cream laden fingers in each other’s mouths. Taemin’s was more of playful, sticking two of his fingers in Kibum’s mouth and slightly scissoring them, reveling in the way the melted ice cream seeped out from the corners of Kibum’s lips, making the older man frown. Kibum’s was more of revengeful, pushing his ice cream-coated fingers deep into Taemin’s mouth, feeling up his uvula, and laughing when Taemin tried to hold in a cough as the back of his mouth was poked repeatedly. A few more exchanges of ice cream and Kibum soon felt it, a warmth spreading from his fingers under Taemin’s tongue traveling downwards to pool in his stomach. Taemin’s eyes were closed, his cheeks a deep shade of pink as he gave Kibum’s withdrawing fingers a playful lick, making a thread of saliva and vanilla ice cream draw out from his bottom lip. Kibum realized he was enjoying it too much—the way Taemin’s fat lips wrapped around his fingers, the way his tongue chased the said fingers the moment they left his mouth, the way he didn’t care about the mess around his mouth, all white and sticky with melted ice cream and spit. Entranced, Kibum scooped more ice cream and inserted his own finger in his mouth, tasting a bit of Taemin as he did. Eyes hooded, he chanced a glance at Taemin, surprised at how Taemin looked longingly at the finger in his mouth as if he was hungry for Kibum’s finger itself and not the ice cream. Teasingly, Kibum gave his own finger a slight suck, making a sound, and Taemin’s breath hitched a bit, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Do you want more ice cream?" Kibum muttered around his finger. Taemin nodded, as if in a daze, and stepped forward as Kibum picked up the pint again. Slowly, he swirled a forefinger into the ice cream and poised it for Taemin. But before the younger could bend down to eat off the ice cream, Kibum had inserted his own finger in his mouth, smiling at the way Taemin seemed so disappointed. Before the ice cream in his mouth melted, Kibum moved forward and pressed his lips against Taemin, catching the younger man off guard. The maknae stiffened a bit, but immediately became bolder, eagerly kissing back and brushing his tongue against Kibum’s lips to seek entrance as he tasted the ice cream in Kibum’s mouth. Kibum’s lips slowly parted, the mixture of ice cream and saliva forming threads between them for a moment before Taemin’s tongue plundered in. He let out a soft whine against the tickling sensation in his palate only to be responded with a growl from the back of Taemin’s throat. He felt the small of his back slam hit the counter as Taemin pushed onto him, almost making him lose his balance. Slowly, he let the pint of ice cream drop on the counter, his hands seeking purchase of Taemin’s neck and shoulders. Taemin drew Kibum’s tongue out and gave it a hard suck, making the older gasp and tighten his grip on the younger’s shoulders. He tried to close his mouth, to pull his tongue back, but Taemin didn’t let him, relentlessly sucking and curling his own tongue against Kibum’s, unmindful of the spit dribbling out the sides of the older’s lips to his chin. Finally managing to stop Taemin’s attack on his tongue for a moment, Kibum pulled away and licked consciously at the stickiness surrounding his mouth. But before he could wipe his face clean, Taemin’s finger filled his mouth, making him taste half-melted ice cream. He let out a groan when Taemin captured his tongue between his fingers, pinching it slightly before sliding them out. The withdrawn fingers pulled out a small amount of saliva from Kibum’s lips, but Taemin leaned down to catch it with his tongue, swirling the fluid in his mouth. Kibum stared at the maknae in disbelief at the rather gross but seductive act. He swallowed and wondered if they should stop before they made a mess, but then Taemin reached out and dipped his whole hand in the melted ice cream and licked it off, placing three of his fingers in his own mouth to suck them off as he watched Kibum watch him. Then, without giving Kibum space to breathe and ponder, Taemin withdrew his fingers to shove them next in the elder’s mouth, spit and ice cream dripping off his mouth to form slivers towards Kibum’s lips. As the warm wetness invaded his mouth, Kibum stopped thinking. Kibum plunged his own tongue in Taemin’s mouth as he pushed them off the counter, awkwardly standing and groping each other in the middle of the kitchen . Inclining his head a bit, he pushed a load of his own spit into Taemin’s mouth, swishing it between their open mouths without minding how it drooled down their lips to their chins and necks. Taemin retaliated with and swished back fluids in Kibum’s mouth with a curl of his tongue, but not before Kibum slightly moved away and missed it, making saliva form a steady drip from their mouths to the floor. They stared at each other once more, faces almost a mirror of each other. Cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, wet mouths hanging open, uncaring of the sticky wetness all over their faces and necks and shirts. Panting, Kibum took hold of the front of Taemin’s shirt and pulled him closer, pushing on his shoulders to make the maknae bend his knees a bit. As if on cue, Taemin bent down a bit and looked up, mouth open. Standing on tiptoe, Kibum leaned down and let a stream of drool drip down from the tip of his tongue to Taemin’s waiting mouth, slightly smiling at the way Taemin caught the fluid and sloshed it around in his mouth. But Kibum’s smile turned into needy whimpers as Taemin stood up and took hold of his neck, angling it so he can run a sticky tongue up and coat everything in its way with saliva. As he reached Kibum’s mouth once more, the elder’s mouth automatically opened, welcoming Taemin’s tongue with renewed fervor. As Taemin gripped Kibum’s arms and steered him out of the kitchen, the forgotten pint of ice cream tipped over and rolled to the floor, spilling the melted contents all over the earlier mess. In the end, it wasn’t even about the ice cream after all. :;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:☆:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;:*:;;::;;: