Call The Shots Chapter 4
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Title: Call The Shots Chapter 4
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 5639
Genre: Romance/BDSM
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jinki takes exception to all the ass shaking from Taemin in Nanjing.
Warnings: spanking, sex toys, swearing, master/slave
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Taemin knows he's in trouble the moment he walks into the hotel room assigned to Jinki. He's been sharing the room since they arrived in China and though he ought to be dead tired after the concert tonight - instead he's wired and wide awake. He can hear the shower running in the bathroom and he's fresh from the shower in the room assigned to him but Taemin has only to look at the bed where the clothing that Jinki wants him to wear tonight is laid out to guess that Jinki has a lot more planned other than sleeping.
Taemin winces a little as he picks up the jeans, one of the tightest pairs he owns and this one artfully slashed on both the front and back sides so that there's really not a lot of fabric left over his thighs and calves. Dropping his towel, he slides them on without bothering with underwear. He's already getting more and more turned on, just wondering what Jinki has in mind and the pants are so tight, underwear would just make them that much tighter. He shivers when the zipper goes up and it feels like he's suddenly locked into the skinnies rather than just wearing them.
The shower has stopped in the bathroom but there's no sign of Jinki yet so he dives for the dresser mirror and the few things he keeps in his bag for just such occasions. His collar is already on and he straightens it smoothly in front of the mirror then carefully draws a couple of thick lines around his wide brown eyes to give them the smoky look he knows Jinki likes, followed by a small dab of lip gloss over his lips.
He drops a pillow from the sofa in the room onto the floor and kneels on it, bare foot, bare chested and almost quivering with anticipation and a small intermittent stab of fear.
....
Jinki is steaming; has been for a while now and he spends part of the time he's in the shower trying to get a handle on his possessive anger. He can't go out there and talk to Taemin about this, more than talk to Taemin about this if he's not under control. It kills him sometimes the way Taemin doesn't seem to see how beautiful and tempting he is; how he's doing more than making the noonas scream with the way he moves and prances.
He slithers his way into a fresh pair of leather pants with the aid of a little powder because Taemin has a strong leather fetish and then adds a thin silk shirt and doesn't bother to button the buttons up. He winds a cuff bracelet around his wrist and steps out of the steamy bathroom barefooted with his hair still damp.
The look of his boy on his knees waiting for him goes right to Jinki's heart and then to his groin so fast it makes him feel a little light headed and he has to pause for a long moment before he can walk across the plush carpeting. He spends the time drinkig in every aspect of Taemin's beautiful face and body, all sleek lines and plush lips and hungry eyes.
He stops in front of Taemin but out of touching distance. In a way, he needs this distance to ask the questions he wants to ask - his heart is twisting in his chest in case the answers aren't what he expects. For a long moment, he just looks at his beautiful lover, his beautiful boy, eating him up with his gaze.
"Taemin, are you happy being mine?" he asks quietly, letting the simple question ring through the silence of the hotel room.
....
Taemin wants to crawl to Jinki and lick him all over in an agony of utter desire and absolute submission. His mouth virtually waters for the taste of Jinki's hot skin, the weight of his big cock on his tongue. He scarcely dares look at his Master right now, the leather pants so tight on his muscular legs and ass and not hiding a damned thing. He bites his lip to keep from whimpering, feeling a hot shiver rock through his body.
The look of his Master standing there, not touching him, just taking him in makes his whole body ache. God, he's so fucking gorgeous and it's been so long since they've been like this and Taemin is aware of his ears roaring with the sudden howling need to yield deeper and further than ever before to Jinki's undeniable power. He licks his lips and then the question jerks his head up, startles him into a gasp of disbelief.
"God, yes. I love being yours, it's the only thing I want!" Taemin shifts restlessly on his pillow, swallowing down a welling knot of anxiety at the way Jinki just stands there staring at him.
....
Jinki has a reason for the question but he only nods a little to accept Taemin's statement.
"Do you wish I shared you? Let someone else touch you?" he asks instead, still standing where he is, drinking in the rise and fall of Taemin's chest with his quickened breathing and the way his eyes look startled and a little frightened.
Taemin bites his lip, eyes flying wide open in his suprise. He's beginning to feel afraid of these questions. The answer ought to be so obvious to his Master that the fact that Jinki is asking them becomes an even more powerful factor.
"No, Master...no, I only want you. Only need you. You know I love you so much," Taemin protests, feeling tears suddenly welling in his eyes at the thought that Jinki might doubt his feelings for him.
Jinki nods again but he pushes onward. "Then why, may I ask, are you flaunting yourself on stage like you want to be fucked six ways from Sunday by every person there?" His voice is cool and sharp and as emotionless as he can make it as he asks the question.
It hurts him to ask these questions but it hurts even more to see Taemin acting the way he did on stage this evening. It pushes every one of Jinki's jealous, angry, possessive buttons and he's holding on to the urge to do something about it with every shred of self-control he has left. He has to make this stick but not in an out of control jealous rage, not between them.
"Ohhh, Jinki," Taemin says, voice dying into a whisper as he considers the concert earlier that evening and the way he behaved and feels a sick flush rise on his skin as he realizes that Jinki's question is at least somewhat justified. He whimpers softly, bowing his head lower.
"It's not like that...," Taemin protests after a moment. "I don't mean to...I just get into the music and everything and I can't seem to help myself."
"I don't share," Jinki says roughly across Taemin's words. "You belong to me and I don't fucking share," he repeats for emphasis.
"If you want something that badly then you come to me and you ask for it properly. Don't go out there acting like you don't know that you're mine. I can't take it. I won't." He bites off the phrases, staring down at Taemin until his boy is the only thing he sees.
"Jinki..." Just like that Taemin is on fire. It seems as if every inch of his body, every nerve is suddenly burning with awareness, with a ravaging roaring need so intense it hurts. He drops his upper body to the floor, clawing at the carpeting as he abases himself.
"I'm sorry Master, I only want you. I need you so badly," he breathes through the helpless burn, painfully and sharply aware of the throbbing of his own erection crushed beneath him against the floor.
Jinki doesn't relent, dark eyes glued to Taemin's drop to the floor, head and chest on the carpet and ass in the air in an unmistakable gesture of humble submission. He can't give in this easily, not without breaking something between them.
"You should have asked me, Taemin. I would have made time if you needed it so much." His voice is firm, cool, and stern. His bare foot nudges at the side of Taemin's neck as he speaks, and Jinki can feel Taemin's excited swallow against his skin.
Later he'll apologize for not noticing the signs, for not giving Taemin what he needs as is his responsibility. He can't do that right now, there's too much going on in these few moments and too much silent screaming hunger in the hushed room for him to be able to show a softer side of himself.
Taemin whimpers, fingertips again trying to dig through the plush carpet. Something in him adores, worships that hard, unyielding tone in Jinki's deep voice and he loses any ability to hold back in the brush of warm skin against his throat and that voice in his ears.
"I'm sorry Master. God, sorry...please," he answers, trying not to squirm against the floor and reveal how desperate he is so quickly.
Jinki drops to one knee beside his boy and takes casual hold of the back of Taemin's neck, forcing Taemin's face a little harder into the carpeting. "You aren't half as sorry as you're going to be, aegi," he says softly.
He brushes his lips briefly against the smooth pale skin of Taemin's back between his shoulder blades before standing back again. "I'm going to show you what happens when you flaunt your hot little body to anyone but me," Jinki says coolly.
Taemin shudders. He feels goose bumps rise on his skin but that chill brought on by Jinki's tone and words in no way cools down the arousal burning him up inside. The hold on the back of his neck, the kiss on his back are so contradictory and even though Taemin knows he's going to wish he'd never gotten the idea to shake his ass on stage like that... right now all he knows is the rapture of Jinki's complete attention.
"Get up. I want you at the foot of the bed, standing, lean over the bed, hands on the sheets. Spread your legs." Jinki steps back, letting Taemin go. He moves away as if in indifference to whether or not Taemin obeys him, going to rummage through one of his bags.
Taemin lifts his head to gaze for a moment at Jinki's back, longing spearing through him and making him almost dizzy. He manages to make his way to the bed which is high enough that he can lean over somewhat comfortably. He widens his stance as far as he can without losing his balance and folds over. His bare chest presses into the mattress, followed by his cheek and hands. He can hear Jinki rummaging in his bag but he doesn't dare break position to try to see what he's doing.
Jinki takes his time about getting the items he's going to use, knowing perfectly well that waiting only makes Taemin's state of fear and anticipation that much more acute. He's also aware of how excited Taemin is even though he knows he's displeased Jinki, but Jinki is determined to make a lasting impression on his boy.
Taemin tries to breathe, his cock pulsing, furiously and completely hard. There are half a dozen things he can think of that his Master may use to make an impression on him and the waiting is both terrifying and strangely erotic.
Gathering the things he needs into a fold of soft fabric like a sack, Jinki steps up behind Taemin. The position allows him to press right up against Taemin's barely covered behind, the hard line of his own erection firmly making contact with Taemin's body. He sets the sack down to one side of Taemin's waist and leans over his boy, hands planted on the bed.
"Now's your chance to talk, Taemin," Jinki murmurs, his voice cool and soft. "Tell me what you want."
Taemin tries to reel in his wandering mind, but it's almost impossible when his Master is so close and so sexy and his own body is on fire with wanton thoughts. He can feel himself twitch in the tight confines of his pants and Jinki's body leans on him just right. All he wants right now is to feel Jinki sliding into him, taking him, owning him. He moans softly and tries to gather words together, afraid to even buck his hips though God knows he wants to.
"Want to please you," he manages...his bare toes curling against the carpet as he tries to stay still rather than squirm invitingly against Jinki's firm weight.
Jinki pulls back abruptly and does not hesitate to plant a stinging slap across Taemin's barely covered ass. "Wrong answer," he says in a hard voice. His possessive anger shimmers in his veins and he fights it down, the last thing he ever wants to do is deal with Taemin in anger.
Taemin gasps at the spank, barely remembering in time not to break his position. The blow was hard enough that his skin stings and somehow the hot tight sensation of it slithers down and coils around his balls. Worse, something in Jinki's tone is utterly terrifying and yet so frantically arousing.
"Oh, God...Jinki...Sir..." Taemin breathes through the inner heat making him dizzy.
"Tell me what you want," Jinki repeats, his thumb sneaking under the tight fabric slashed high up on Taemin's thigh so he can just barely pet at his boy's smooth skin.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I want your attention. I need it so bad. I'm sorry." Taemin is suddenly oh so aware of his own selfishness, of his many mistakes. Tears gather in his eyes again and this time they spill over.
"Better," Jinki says in a warmer voice, he pets his fingers through Taemin's tousled blonde locks. For a moment there is silence while Jinki softly smoothes his hand over his boy's damp cheek and soft hair.
"Why didn't you tell me you needed my attention? All you had to do was say something." Jinki feels a stab of guilt; right or wrong he has been neglecting Taemin's need for him in all the stress and workload of their Japanese promotions.
Taemin almost melts into the sweetness of Jinki's fingers in his hair, sighing into it despite the passion twisting his insides into knots. He takes a long moment to gather his thoughts before speaking softly.
"I ...I could see the stress on your face. How tired you were. To ask... it seemed like too much, too demanding. I didn't want..." he pauses, unsure how to put what he felt into words. Asking seemed too close to crossing some boundary. And yet now, he feels so guilty, because his own undeniable craving for Jinki's undivided and very intense attention had gotten so far out of hand.
"I didn't want to seem like I was asking for more than you were giving, or put more pressure on you," Taemin adds in a tiny voice. He wants to cringe and he does rub his cheek into the bed linens as if to try to assuage the sick feeling in his stomach.
Jinki catches his breath with a stab of pain and guilt. He leans over close against his boy again, nuzzling his own cheek in against Taemin's. "For future reference, aegi. Telling me to get out of my head and notice you is a far better choice than prancing around in front of thousands of people in a tight sequin skirt like you did tonight."
His voice is firm but there's a touch of affection in there too. This isn't all on Taemin by any means and he's very aware of it. Still, Taemin has to know where the boundaries are and the fact his boy hit so hard against one of his because of his own lack of awareness doesn't change the fact that the boundary is there.
Taemin can't help himself. He's only just realizing the depth of his own desperation for Jinki. This Jinki. His Master. His Owner. His Beloved. He whines helplessly, hips twitching slightly in the uncertainty of not knowing if he's allowed to move against the heat and weight of Jinki's body aligned along his ass and back. He can feel Jinki's gorgeous bulge through the fine leather of his pants and his own shredded skinnies and it makes his insides nearly seize with how very much he wants to be impaled right this instant on the heavy length.
"Poor baby," Jinki croons, just as if he can see right into Taemin's head. In a way he can, as Taemin's reactions are precious to him and well-catalogued in his memory. "You need it so much."
He slips his hand under Taemin's hip, cupping him through the thin worn fabric of his tight jeans. "You can't wait, can you?" he asks softly against Taemin's ear, tongue gliding against the outer curve.
"Oh, God...please..." Taemin has no resistance, not that he ever did, not to Jinki. He's almost trembling with the swelling wave of pleasure shuddering through him. For the first time he is in genuine fear that he won't be able to hold back from the orgasm waiting to explode through him.
"Jinki, I can't...Please, please..." he's whispering, his breath too tight, his whole being caught up in this one pinpoint moment.
"Do it," Jinki orders, squeezing just so and biting at the curve of Taemin's shoulder.
Taemin cries out in a helpless series of convulsions that soak the thin worn denim of his jeans and make him see stars behind his tightly closed lids.
Jinki kisses at Taemin's cheek and jaw until the spasms taper off and then he pulls back enough to stand. "I want you naked, right where you are now in five minutes," he orders, smoothing one hand over Taemin's back before he moves away to give his boy time and space to obey him.
Taemin needs several moments to pull himself together. He can't quite believe what just happened - even through the sweet dizzy relief he's feeling not only from the powerful orgasm but the way he can just sink into Jinki's control at last. Not until now did he realize how desperately he was craving this...all of it.
He works his way up to a standing position and eases the damp jeans off of himself, carrying them with him into the bathroom to drop them in the bag they are using for laundry. He gathers up a damp washcloth and sponges himself off before padding soft-footed back into the bedroom with a towel. Getting the linens damp is probably a less than desirable idea, so he lays the towel down folded on the bed before settling himself back into place.
Jinki doesn't make it obvious that he's watching Taemin, making sure he's not going to stumble or fall. It's important, for reasons he's not entirely capable of articulating even to himself, for Taemin to obey him right now. He supposes his confidence has been shaken somewhat, both by his own mistakes and Taemin's responses to them.
Once his boy is settled, Jinki steps back over to the bed. He leans over, brushing pale blonde strands of Taemin's hair aside to kiss him softly at the nape of his neck. The thin metal of the necklace Taemin wears as a symbol of their relationship is just below his lips and he savors the awareness that Taemin is his in ways that go far beyond just the idea of lovers.
"I need to make an impression on you," Jinki repeats his words from earlier when he straightens. "So you'll remember to tell me what you need, ask for it."
He takes a few small steps back and to the side, waiting for Taemin's response. His view of his boy's long muscular legs, small feet and rounded ass is unparalleled and Jinki fully appreciates it. His whole body is throbbing with heat, his gaze drinking in every smooth inch of Taemin's pale skin.
Taemin swallows hard, fingertips gathering up folds of the comforter under his head. He still feels that sick guilty ache in the pit of his stomach and a nervous shiver rolls over his body. "I'm sorry," he whispers, biting his lip.
Jinki doesn't answer in words, but there's only a brief pause before his hand smacks firmly into Taemin's behind. The blow stings his hand so he's not surprised when Taemin yips, shifting his position slightly.
"Too much?" Jinki asks quietly, letting some part of his earlier sternness come back to his voice. His fingertips gently stroke over the bright pink shape of his own hand on the pale curve of Taemin's ass with a possessive pleasure that's almost palpable.
Taemin isn't sure what he feels, except that some part of him is almost incoherent with gratitude at the sweet, sweet burn of that spank as it sifts through his body. It takes him a moment to remember how to form words through the dim, dizzy, sinking haze.
"No, Sir. Please, more," he breathes when he can speak.
Jinki smiles, glancing at Taemin's flushed face. "So good for me," he says approvingly.
Another spank and another follow that one. Jinki pauses after each to smooth his hand over the warming skin of Taemin's ass, dropping kisses and words of praise on his boy's back and shoulders. Soon a few bite marks join the spanks.
Taemin shudders in a feverish sexual haze of pleasure and the sweetest kind of pain. Each spank, each touch, each bite or kiss twists the knot of desire tighter and tighter even as his need to please his Master seems to grow more and more absolute.
Jinki stops after the full count of ten, shaking out his stinging hand and standing back for a moment to consider the rounded curves of Taemin's behind and drink in the soft wrecked little noises coming from his boy's parted lips.
"Good boy," Jinki breathes warmly, then orders Taemin to roll over. He is there to help Taemin's shaky limbs to ease up on the mattress lying on his back and smiles a little into Taemin's dazed eyes.
"You're pink, aegi, but not red..." Jinki tells Taemin on a low growl, leaning over the younger man once Taemin is on his back.
"Oh, God," Taemin mewls, almost incapable of moving his own body around. He's not sure why Jinki's spanks have such power over him or why the hot burn of his own skin coils inside him to communicate itself into a fierce arousal.
He's burning up inside his own skin, and Taemin finds himself blinking up at Jinki and trying to focus on his handsome face. It's almost impossible and he lets his head fall back.
"I feel so," he begins on a husked whisper and then is unable to find a word to truly describe how he feels. "Open," he finally tries, though that isn't quite right.
"You are open, Taemin, open to me," Jinki hisses back, reaching to push Taemin's hair back off his damp browl.
He crawls up over Taemin, kissing and licking at the smooth slightly sweat damp skin of Taemin's slim hips and torso. He pauses to suck and nip carefully at his boy's pretty nipples on the way then stops to admire the picture Taemin makes. His own arousal is way past unbearable as he looks down at Taemin's parted lips and softly shifting body beneath him.
"Tomorrow," he says, bending down to suck at Taemin's earlobe. "You're wearing a cock ring on the plane all day. The evil cock ring that you love to hate," he informs Taemin, referring to a small black leather and elastic contraption embellished with a tiny remote control vibrator. It slips over Taemin's cock with another strap around his balls and then...vibrates when Jinki pushes the button.
"Oh, God," Taemin whines, arching a little in remembered pleasurable torment. He doesn't bother asking Jinki how he plans to get the thing on the plane since his Master has a way of getting what he wants.
"When you've begged enough, I might let you suck me," Jinki continues, nipping a line over Taemin's shoulder.
"God, please," Taemin mutters, thrashing softly under Jinki's body. His mouth is practically watering at the thought. He can't breathe around this heat, this utter submission and hunger that he feels. And yet it's perfect; the most perfect feeling.
"You're so beautiful, my Taemin," Jinki says, gazing down at his boy as he slowly eases back down off the bed. "I love you so much," he adds, picking up the small bottle of lube off the bed where he'd placed it later. He also picks up the toy he'd chosen to use on Taemin earlier, long and made out of some material that's smoother and cooler and stronger than most plastic but not heavy as glass. It looks like a series of graduated pearls, but it's not beads, rather a long line interconnected.
"Jinki," Taemin starts, already missing his Master's body heat over him, the sense of almost being crushed into the mattress. He's throbbing so hard as if he never had that frantic orgasm earlier, the burn slower and heavier. It's punctuated by the small ache in his ass from the spanks Jinki gave him.
He gazes up at Jinki's beloved face, the intensity of his dark eyes. His fingertips itch to push the auburn strands of Jinki's hair back off his brow. He loves touching Jinki anywhere he can reach, but right now it's as if his limbs are all but immovable.
"I want to watch you," Jinki whispers, holding both items in one hand while the other guides Taemin's legs wider apart with long stroking caresses. "I love the way you move."
"Whatever you want," Taemin answers, licking dry lips and blinking up at Jinki with dark trusting eyes.
Taemin is not really prepared though for what comes next. The lazy stroke of two of Jinki's fingers starts inside him, slick and possessive, making him shift and thrash on the bed. It isn't nearly enough, not fucking nearly and Taemin helplessly sobs with loss when the fingers slip away.
Jinki stares down at Taemin, gaze dropping down long graceful limbs and back up again to the small, slightly stretched opening of Taemin's hot body. A short battle goes on inside him as he nearly abandons his plans to simply stake his claim on Taemin with his own body. But no, this is better...for now.
Taemin hisses when the cool surface of the toy touches his overheated skin. His head tips back on his neck and his whole body goes taut, his mind focusing intently on the sensation. The first bead pushes him open, forces him to let the first rounded intruder slip inside him.
"Jinki...Master," Taemin whines softly, finding his heels digging into the mattress as his lower body undulates towards the penetration playing havoc on his senses.
"Mmmm," Jinki half purrs, gaze sliding from where Taemin's body is accepting a second larger bead to follow the first and up his boy's taut seductive frame. "
"You look so decadent right now," he tells Taemin firmly, almost sternly. "So sexy, so sexual."
He uses his free hand to lightly stroke up the inside of Taemin's thigh, half leaning over Taemin again so he can appreciate every little nuance of response. The toy pulls back a little, catching on that wider bead and he smiles as he forces it deeper.
"Oh, God, that feels so..." Taemin's not sure how to even describe it. It's wicked, doing things to his nerves and senses that make him feel hot all over.
He finds himself squirming against it, rolling his hips into the slowly increasing size and pressure as the toy fills him - tantalizing his nerves all the while. He's moaning almost non stop, shuddering at the clever and controlling way Jinki works the toy inside him until Taemin wants to scream with the teasing pleasure.
Jinki stops with toy pressed firmly and deeply inside Taemin's hot feverish body. He flicks open his leather pants and lets them sag on his slim hips, freeing himself with a deep growl. One hand cups his painfully aroused length while he uses the other to balance himself as he climbs up to crouch over Taemin's torso.
"Sexy boy," he murmurs, kissing Taemin hard and letting their tongues swirl together in a passionate embrace for a long moment.
Taemin kisses Jinki hungrily, shivering all over with the overload of his senses. He arches himself into the warm hard lines of Jinki's body and then nearly chokes at the firm stimulation of the toy still inside him. "Jinki, God, please, please..." he breathes.
Jinki smiles roughly, almost glaring down at Taemin's strung out beauty and shifts his position. The head of his cock brushes the parted pink-red shape of his boy's lips and he catches his breath. Without hesitation he lets his hard flesh rub back and forth, leaving a sultry gleam of his pre-cum on Taemin's mouth.
Instantly, Taemin's tongue is out, licking at Jinki's cock with avid eagerness. He makes a frustrated sound and squirms as if to suck more of Jinki's hard, delicious heat into his mouth but his Master pulls back. Every movement seems to make the beaded toy push inside him, sending shock waves of pleasure through him - and yet Taemin wants, needs, craves more.
"Show me that you want to please me," Jinki hisses, hand guiding his cock back against Taemin's mouth. He is mesmerized by the sight before him, by Taemin's utter trust and yielding submission. Here he is crouched over Taemin's outspread offered body, more or less holding him prisoner. And Taemin's soft lips part for him as he watches.
"Please, please," Taemin's whispers. He can hardly breathe for wanting the taste of Jinki's big beautiful cock in his mouth, on his tongue, on his lips. Nothing else matters, not even his own feverish desire. It all comes down to Jinki, nothing but Jinki.
"Let me, please let me," Taemin begs, straining to try to reach forward with his lips and tongue.
Jinki can't stand it, couldn't deny the younger man even if he wanted to. There's such decadent reverence in the way Taemin slips his tongue around the head of his cock when Jinki offers it. He shudders violently, fighting against the savage urge to push deep into the soft mouth sucking him in slow and steady and simply watches.
"Can you come like this?" he asks, barely recognizing his own strangled voice.
Taemin feels utterly hynotized, in another world altogether. Jinki tastes so good and every harsh growl, every little shudder he receives from his Master as he sucks and licks at Jinki's hard flesh sends him spinning. He's pulsing frantically, Taemin knows that but it really doesn't matter compared to giving Jinki pleasure.
Jinki grinds his teeth and reluctantly pulls back from Taemin's torrid attentions. He kisses Taemin swiftly when his thoroughly spaced out boy protests the loss. "Shh, shh, you're perfect, aegi," he soothes, rolling a little until he can get both his and Taemin's erections into his hands.
"I want you to come, Taemin, with me...now," Jinki urges, kissing at Taemin's ear and shoulder and lips. His self-control is splintering and where he was going with this is lost in the fever.
Taemin whines helplessly, arching hard into Jinki's hand. He's suddenly so close, so close and his whole body is aching with the tension. "Jinki, oh God, Jinki," he gasps, wrapping himself clumsily against his Master's body, pressing and clinging with all his strength.
"That's it, aegi," Jinki approves hoarsely. He can feel the orgasm rising, soul deep and furious as it sizzles up and down his spine. He jerks them both harder, faster, drinking in the way Taemin is plastered against him, the taste of his boy's lips on his.
Taemin comes first, shouting into the quiet of the hotel room and then smothering the rest of his rough noises agaisnt Jinki's bare shoulder. Ecstasy rips him apart then lets him float back together again. He can feel the hot wet splatter of his come across his stomach and chest and doesn't care...God it's so good he can't even fathom it.
Jinki finds himself clutching Taemin to him as if he is afraid some thing might take his boy, his beloved away from him if he doesn't. His breath leaves him in a harsh sound he can't even describe as the pleasure finally reaches its peak and Jinki lets the spasms shake him - almost wanting to laugh it's so intensely perfect.
For a long unknown time the two of them lay clutched together. They don't even talk, don't move, just cling together listening to each others heart beats. It's Jinki who finally stirs, kissing Taemin's cheeks and lips and eyes tenderly.
"I love you," he says in the quiet.
Taemin opens his eyes slowly, a smile curling his lips when he focuses on Jinki's face. "I love you, too."
Everything else, all the talking and explaining and amends making can wait, Jinki decides. He carefully removes the toy from Taemin's body with a slightly apologetic face, then crawls out of his pants the rest of the way. There's a bit of mopping up to do with that towel that Taemin so conveniently brought.
And then, finally, the two of them are curled up close as sleep slips over them.
Title: Call The Shots Chapter 4
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 5639
Genre: Romance/BDSM
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jinki takes exception to all the ass shaking from Taemin in Nanjing.
Warnings: spanking, sex toys, swearing, master/slave
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Taemin knows he's in trouble the moment he walks into the hotel room assigned to Jinki. He's been sharing the room since they arrived in China and though he ought to be dead tired after the concert tonight - instead he's wired and wide awake. He can hear the shower running in the bathroom and he's fresh from the shower in the room assigned to him but Taemin has only to look at the bed where the clothing that Jinki wants him to wear tonight is laid out to guess that Jinki has a lot more planned other than sleeping.
Taemin winces a little as he picks up the jeans, one of the tightest pairs he owns and this one artfully slashed on both the front and back sides so that there's really not a lot of fabric left over his thighs and calves. Dropping his towel, he slides them on without bothering with underwear. He's already getting more and more turned on, just wondering what Jinki has in mind and the pants are so tight, underwear would just make them that much tighter. He shivers when the zipper goes up and it feels like he's suddenly locked into the skinnies rather than just wearing them.
The shower has stopped in the bathroom but there's no sign of Jinki yet so he dives for the dresser mirror and the few things he keeps in his bag for just such occasions. His collar is already on and he straightens it smoothly in front of the mirror then carefully draws a couple of thick lines around his wide brown eyes to give them the smoky look he knows Jinki likes, followed by a small dab of lip gloss over his lips.
He drops a pillow from the sofa in the room onto the floor and kneels on it, bare foot, bare chested and almost quivering with anticipation and a small intermittent stab of fear.
....
Jinki is steaming; has been for a while now and he spends part of the time he's in the shower trying to get a handle on his possessive anger. He can't go out there and talk to Taemin about this, more than talk to Taemin about this if he's not under control. It kills him sometimes the way Taemin doesn't seem to see how beautiful and tempting he is; how he's doing more than making the noonas scream with the way he moves and prances.
He slithers his way into a fresh pair of leather pants with the aid of a little powder because Taemin has a strong leather fetish and then adds a thin silk shirt and doesn't bother to button the buttons up. He winds a cuff bracelet around his wrist and steps out of the steamy bathroom barefooted with his hair still damp.
The look of his boy on his knees waiting for him goes right to Jinki's heart and then to his groin so fast it makes him feel a little light headed and he has to pause for a long moment before he can walk across the plush carpeting. He spends the time drinkig in every aspect of Taemin's beautiful face and body, all sleek lines and plush lips and hungry eyes.
He stops in front of Taemin but out of touching distance. In a way, he needs this distance to ask the questions he wants to ask - his heart is twisting in his chest in case the answers aren't what he expects. For a long moment, he just looks at his beautiful lover, his beautiful boy, eating him up with his gaze.
"Taemin, are you happy being mine?" he asks quietly, letting the simple question ring through the silence of the hotel room.
....
Taemin wants to crawl to Jinki and lick him all over in an agony of utter desire and absolute submission. His mouth virtually waters for the taste of Jinki's hot skin, the weight of his big cock on his tongue. He scarcely dares look at his Master right now, the leather pants so tight on his muscular legs and ass and not hiding a damned thing. He bites his lip to keep from whimpering, feeling a hot shiver rock through his body.
The look of his Master standing there, not touching him, just taking him in makes his whole body ache. God, he's so fucking gorgeous and it's been so long since they've been like this and Taemin is aware of his ears roaring with the sudden howling need to yield deeper and further than ever before to Jinki's undeniable power. He licks his lips and then the question jerks his head up, startles him into a gasp of disbelief.
"God, yes. I love being yours, it's the only thing I want!" Taemin shifts restlessly on his pillow, swallowing down a welling knot of anxiety at the way Jinki just stands there staring at him.
....
Jinki has a reason for the question but he only nods a little to accept Taemin's statement.
"Do you wish I shared you? Let someone else touch you?" he asks instead, still standing where he is, drinking in the rise and fall of Taemin's chest with his quickened breathing and the way his eyes look startled and a little frightened.
Taemin bites his lip, eyes flying wide open in his suprise. He's beginning to feel afraid of these questions. The answer ought to be so obvious to his Master that the fact that Jinki is asking them becomes an even more powerful factor.
"No, Master...no, I only want you. Only need you. You know I love you so much," Taemin protests, feeling tears suddenly welling in his eyes at the thought that Jinki might doubt his feelings for him.
Jinki nods again but he pushes onward. "Then why, may I ask, are you flaunting yourself on stage like you want to be fucked six ways from Sunday by every person there?" His voice is cool and sharp and as emotionless as he can make it as he asks the question.
It hurts him to ask these questions but it hurts even more to see Taemin acting the way he did on stage this evening. It pushes every one of Jinki's jealous, angry, possessive buttons and he's holding on to the urge to do something about it with every shred of self-control he has left. He has to make this stick but not in an out of control jealous rage, not between them.
"Ohhh, Jinki," Taemin says, voice dying into a whisper as he considers the concert earlier that evening and the way he behaved and feels a sick flush rise on his skin as he realizes that Jinki's question is at least somewhat justified. He whimpers softly, bowing his head lower.
"It's not like that...," Taemin protests after a moment. "I don't mean to...I just get into the music and everything and I can't seem to help myself."
"I don't share," Jinki says roughly across Taemin's words. "You belong to me and I don't fucking share," he repeats for emphasis.
"If you want something that badly then you come to me and you ask for it properly. Don't go out there acting like you don't know that you're mine. I can't take it. I won't." He bites off the phrases, staring down at Taemin until his boy is the only thing he sees.
"Jinki..." Just like that Taemin is on fire. It seems as if every inch of his body, every nerve is suddenly burning with awareness, with a ravaging roaring need so intense it hurts. He drops his upper body to the floor, clawing at the carpeting as he abases himself.
"I'm sorry Master, I only want you. I need you so badly," he breathes through the helpless burn, painfully and sharply aware of the throbbing of his own erection crushed beneath him against the floor.
Jinki doesn't relent, dark eyes glued to Taemin's drop to the floor, head and chest on the carpet and ass in the air in an unmistakable gesture of humble submission. He can't give in this easily, not without breaking something between them.
"You should have asked me, Taemin. I would have made time if you needed it so much." His voice is firm, cool, and stern. His bare foot nudges at the side of Taemin's neck as he speaks, and Jinki can feel Taemin's excited swallow against his skin.
Later he'll apologize for not noticing the signs, for not giving Taemin what he needs as is his responsibility. He can't do that right now, there's too much going on in these few moments and too much silent screaming hunger in the hushed room for him to be able to show a softer side of himself.
Taemin whimpers, fingertips again trying to dig through the plush carpet. Something in him adores, worships that hard, unyielding tone in Jinki's deep voice and he loses any ability to hold back in the brush of warm skin against his throat and that voice in his ears.
"I'm sorry Master. God, sorry...please," he answers, trying not to squirm against the floor and reveal how desperate he is so quickly.
Jinki drops to one knee beside his boy and takes casual hold of the back of Taemin's neck, forcing Taemin's face a little harder into the carpeting. "You aren't half as sorry as you're going to be, aegi," he says softly.
He brushes his lips briefly against the smooth pale skin of Taemin's back between his shoulder blades before standing back again. "I'm going to show you what happens when you flaunt your hot little body to anyone but me," Jinki says coolly.
Taemin shudders. He feels goose bumps rise on his skin but that chill brought on by Jinki's tone and words in no way cools down the arousal burning him up inside. The hold on the back of his neck, the kiss on his back are so contradictory and even though Taemin knows he's going to wish he'd never gotten the idea to shake his ass on stage like that... right now all he knows is the rapture of Jinki's complete attention.
"Get up. I want you at the foot of the bed, standing, lean over the bed, hands on the sheets. Spread your legs." Jinki steps back, letting Taemin go. He moves away as if in indifference to whether or not Taemin obeys him, going to rummage through one of his bags.
Taemin lifts his head to gaze for a moment at Jinki's back, longing spearing through him and making him almost dizzy. He manages to make his way to the bed which is high enough that he can lean over somewhat comfortably. He widens his stance as far as he can without losing his balance and folds over. His bare chest presses into the mattress, followed by his cheek and hands. He can hear Jinki rummaging in his bag but he doesn't dare break position to try to see what he's doing.
Jinki takes his time about getting the items he's going to use, knowing perfectly well that waiting only makes Taemin's state of fear and anticipation that much more acute. He's also aware of how excited Taemin is even though he knows he's displeased Jinki, but Jinki is determined to make a lasting impression on his boy.
Taemin tries to breathe, his cock pulsing, furiously and completely hard. There are half a dozen things he can think of that his Master may use to make an impression on him and the waiting is both terrifying and strangely erotic.
Gathering the things he needs into a fold of soft fabric like a sack, Jinki steps up behind Taemin. The position allows him to press right up against Taemin's barely covered behind, the hard line of his own erection firmly making contact with Taemin's body. He sets the sack down to one side of Taemin's waist and leans over his boy, hands planted on the bed.
"Now's your chance to talk, Taemin," Jinki murmurs, his voice cool and soft. "Tell me what you want."
Taemin tries to reel in his wandering mind, but it's almost impossible when his Master is so close and so sexy and his own body is on fire with wanton thoughts. He can feel himself twitch in the tight confines of his pants and Jinki's body leans on him just right. All he wants right now is to feel Jinki sliding into him, taking him, owning him. He moans softly and tries to gather words together, afraid to even buck his hips though God knows he wants to.
"Want to please you," he manages...his bare toes curling against the carpet as he tries to stay still rather than squirm invitingly against Jinki's firm weight.
Jinki pulls back abruptly and does not hesitate to plant a stinging slap across Taemin's barely covered ass. "Wrong answer," he says in a hard voice. His possessive anger shimmers in his veins and he fights it down, the last thing he ever wants to do is deal with Taemin in anger.
Taemin gasps at the spank, barely remembering in time not to break his position. The blow was hard enough that his skin stings and somehow the hot tight sensation of it slithers down and coils around his balls. Worse, something in Jinki's tone is utterly terrifying and yet so frantically arousing.
"Oh, God...Jinki...Sir..." Taemin breathes through the inner heat making him dizzy.
"Tell me what you want," Jinki repeats, his thumb sneaking under the tight fabric slashed high up on Taemin's thigh so he can just barely pet at his boy's smooth skin.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I want your attention. I need it so bad. I'm sorry." Taemin is suddenly oh so aware of his own selfishness, of his many mistakes. Tears gather in his eyes again and this time they spill over.
"Better," Jinki says in a warmer voice, he pets his fingers through Taemin's tousled blonde locks. For a moment there is silence while Jinki softly smoothes his hand over his boy's damp cheek and soft hair.
"Why didn't you tell me you needed my attention? All you had to do was say something." Jinki feels a stab of guilt; right or wrong he has been neglecting Taemin's need for him in all the stress and workload of their Japanese promotions.
Taemin almost melts into the sweetness of Jinki's fingers in his hair, sighing into it despite the passion twisting his insides into knots. He takes a long moment to gather his thoughts before speaking softly.
"I ...I could see the stress on your face. How tired you were. To ask... it seemed like too much, too demanding. I didn't want..." he pauses, unsure how to put what he felt into words. Asking seemed too close to crossing some boundary. And yet now, he feels so guilty, because his own undeniable craving for Jinki's undivided and very intense attention had gotten so far out of hand.
"I didn't want to seem like I was asking for more than you were giving, or put more pressure on you," Taemin adds in a tiny voice. He wants to cringe and he does rub his cheek into the bed linens as if to try to assuage the sick feeling in his stomach.
Jinki catches his breath with a stab of pain and guilt. He leans over close against his boy again, nuzzling his own cheek in against Taemin's. "For future reference, aegi. Telling me to get out of my head and notice you is a far better choice than prancing around in front of thousands of people in a tight sequin skirt like you did tonight."
His voice is firm but there's a touch of affection in there too. This isn't all on Taemin by any means and he's very aware of it. Still, Taemin has to know where the boundaries are and the fact his boy hit so hard against one of his because of his own lack of awareness doesn't change the fact that the boundary is there.
Taemin can't help himself. He's only just realizing the depth of his own desperation for Jinki. This Jinki. His Master. His Owner. His Beloved. He whines helplessly, hips twitching slightly in the uncertainty of not knowing if he's allowed to move against the heat and weight of Jinki's body aligned along his ass and back. He can feel Jinki's gorgeous bulge through the fine leather of his pants and his own shredded skinnies and it makes his insides nearly seize with how very much he wants to be impaled right this instant on the heavy length.
"Poor baby," Jinki croons, just as if he can see right into Taemin's head. In a way he can, as Taemin's reactions are precious to him and well-catalogued in his memory. "You need it so much."
He slips his hand under Taemin's hip, cupping him through the thin worn fabric of his tight jeans. "You can't wait, can you?" he asks softly against Taemin's ear, tongue gliding against the outer curve.
"Oh, God...please..." Taemin has no resistance, not that he ever did, not to Jinki. He's almost trembling with the swelling wave of pleasure shuddering through him. For the first time he is in genuine fear that he won't be able to hold back from the orgasm waiting to explode through him.
"Jinki, I can't...Please, please..." he's whispering, his breath too tight, his whole being caught up in this one pinpoint moment.
"Do it," Jinki orders, squeezing just so and biting at the curve of Taemin's shoulder.
Taemin cries out in a helpless series of convulsions that soak the thin worn denim of his jeans and make him see stars behind his tightly closed lids.
Jinki kisses at Taemin's cheek and jaw until the spasms taper off and then he pulls back enough to stand. "I want you naked, right where you are now in five minutes," he orders, smoothing one hand over Taemin's back before he moves away to give his boy time and space to obey him.
Taemin needs several moments to pull himself together. He can't quite believe what just happened - even through the sweet dizzy relief he's feeling not only from the powerful orgasm but the way he can just sink into Jinki's control at last. Not until now did he realize how desperately he was craving this...all of it.
He works his way up to a standing position and eases the damp jeans off of himself, carrying them with him into the bathroom to drop them in the bag they are using for laundry. He gathers up a damp washcloth and sponges himself off before padding soft-footed back into the bedroom with a towel. Getting the linens damp is probably a less than desirable idea, so he lays the towel down folded on the bed before settling himself back into place.
Jinki doesn't make it obvious that he's watching Taemin, making sure he's not going to stumble or fall. It's important, for reasons he's not entirely capable of articulating even to himself, for Taemin to obey him right now. He supposes his confidence has been shaken somewhat, both by his own mistakes and Taemin's responses to them.
Once his boy is settled, Jinki steps back over to the bed. He leans over, brushing pale blonde strands of Taemin's hair aside to kiss him softly at the nape of his neck. The thin metal of the necklace Taemin wears as a symbol of their relationship is just below his lips and he savors the awareness that Taemin is his in ways that go far beyond just the idea of lovers.
"I need to make an impression on you," Jinki repeats his words from earlier when he straightens. "So you'll remember to tell me what you need, ask for it."
He takes a few small steps back and to the side, waiting for Taemin's response. His view of his boy's long muscular legs, small feet and rounded ass is unparalleled and Jinki fully appreciates it. His whole body is throbbing with heat, his gaze drinking in every smooth inch of Taemin's pale skin.
Taemin swallows hard, fingertips gathering up folds of the comforter under his head. He still feels that sick guilty ache in the pit of his stomach and a nervous shiver rolls over his body. "I'm sorry," he whispers, biting his lip.
Jinki doesn't answer in words, but there's only a brief pause before his hand smacks firmly into Taemin's behind. The blow stings his hand so he's not surprised when Taemin yips, shifting his position slightly.
"Too much?" Jinki asks quietly, letting some part of his earlier sternness come back to his voice. His fingertips gently stroke over the bright pink shape of his own hand on the pale curve of Taemin's ass with a possessive pleasure that's almost palpable.
Taemin isn't sure what he feels, except that some part of him is almost incoherent with gratitude at the sweet, sweet burn of that spank as it sifts through his body. It takes him a moment to remember how to form words through the dim, dizzy, sinking haze.
"No, Sir. Please, more," he breathes when he can speak.
Jinki smiles, glancing at Taemin's flushed face. "So good for me," he says approvingly.
Another spank and another follow that one. Jinki pauses after each to smooth his hand over the warming skin of Taemin's ass, dropping kisses and words of praise on his boy's back and shoulders. Soon a few bite marks join the spanks.
Taemin shudders in a feverish sexual haze of pleasure and the sweetest kind of pain. Each spank, each touch, each bite or kiss twists the knot of desire tighter and tighter even as his need to please his Master seems to grow more and more absolute.
Jinki stops after the full count of ten, shaking out his stinging hand and standing back for a moment to consider the rounded curves of Taemin's behind and drink in the soft wrecked little noises coming from his boy's parted lips.
"Good boy," Jinki breathes warmly, then orders Taemin to roll over. He is there to help Taemin's shaky limbs to ease up on the mattress lying on his back and smiles a little into Taemin's dazed eyes.
"You're pink, aegi, but not red..." Jinki tells Taemin on a low growl, leaning over the younger man once Taemin is on his back.
"Oh, God," Taemin mewls, almost incapable of moving his own body around. He's not sure why Jinki's spanks have such power over him or why the hot burn of his own skin coils inside him to communicate itself into a fierce arousal.
He's burning up inside his own skin, and Taemin finds himself blinking up at Jinki and trying to focus on his handsome face. It's almost impossible and he lets his head fall back.
"I feel so," he begins on a husked whisper and then is unable to find a word to truly describe how he feels. "Open," he finally tries, though that isn't quite right.
"You are open, Taemin, open to me," Jinki hisses back, reaching to push Taemin's hair back off his damp browl.
He crawls up over Taemin, kissing and licking at the smooth slightly sweat damp skin of Taemin's slim hips and torso. He pauses to suck and nip carefully at his boy's pretty nipples on the way then stops to admire the picture Taemin makes. His own arousal is way past unbearable as he looks down at Taemin's parted lips and softly shifting body beneath him.
"Tomorrow," he says, bending down to suck at Taemin's earlobe. "You're wearing a cock ring on the plane all day. The evil cock ring that you love to hate," he informs Taemin, referring to a small black leather and elastic contraption embellished with a tiny remote control vibrator. It slips over Taemin's cock with another strap around his balls and then...vibrates when Jinki pushes the button.
"Oh, God," Taemin whines, arching a little in remembered pleasurable torment. He doesn't bother asking Jinki how he plans to get the thing on the plane since his Master has a way of getting what he wants.
"When you've begged enough, I might let you suck me," Jinki continues, nipping a line over Taemin's shoulder.
"God, please," Taemin mutters, thrashing softly under Jinki's body. His mouth is practically watering at the thought. He can't breathe around this heat, this utter submission and hunger that he feels. And yet it's perfect; the most perfect feeling.
"You're so beautiful, my Taemin," Jinki says, gazing down at his boy as he slowly eases back down off the bed. "I love you so much," he adds, picking up the small bottle of lube off the bed where he'd placed it later. He also picks up the toy he'd chosen to use on Taemin earlier, long and made out of some material that's smoother and cooler and stronger than most plastic but not heavy as glass. It looks like a series of graduated pearls, but it's not beads, rather a long line interconnected.
"Jinki," Taemin starts, already missing his Master's body heat over him, the sense of almost being crushed into the mattress. He's throbbing so hard as if he never had that frantic orgasm earlier, the burn slower and heavier. It's punctuated by the small ache in his ass from the spanks Jinki gave him.
He gazes up at Jinki's beloved face, the intensity of his dark eyes. His fingertips itch to push the auburn strands of Jinki's hair back off his brow. He loves touching Jinki anywhere he can reach, but right now it's as if his limbs are all but immovable.
"I want to watch you," Jinki whispers, holding both items in one hand while the other guides Taemin's legs wider apart with long stroking caresses. "I love the way you move."
"Whatever you want," Taemin answers, licking dry lips and blinking up at Jinki with dark trusting eyes.
Taemin is not really prepared though for what comes next. The lazy stroke of two of Jinki's fingers starts inside him, slick and possessive, making him shift and thrash on the bed. It isn't nearly enough, not fucking nearly and Taemin helplessly sobs with loss when the fingers slip away.
Jinki stares down at Taemin, gaze dropping down long graceful limbs and back up again to the small, slightly stretched opening of Taemin's hot body. A short battle goes on inside him as he nearly abandons his plans to simply stake his claim on Taemin with his own body. But no, this is better...for now.
Taemin hisses when the cool surface of the toy touches his overheated skin. His head tips back on his neck and his whole body goes taut, his mind focusing intently on the sensation. The first bead pushes him open, forces him to let the first rounded intruder slip inside him.
"Jinki...Master," Taemin whines softly, finding his heels digging into the mattress as his lower body undulates towards the penetration playing havoc on his senses.
"Mmmm," Jinki half purrs, gaze sliding from where Taemin's body is accepting a second larger bead to follow the first and up his boy's taut seductive frame. "
"You look so decadent right now," he tells Taemin firmly, almost sternly. "So sexy, so sexual."
He uses his free hand to lightly stroke up the inside of Taemin's thigh, half leaning over Taemin again so he can appreciate every little nuance of response. The toy pulls back a little, catching on that wider bead and he smiles as he forces it deeper.
"Oh, God, that feels so..." Taemin's not sure how to even describe it. It's wicked, doing things to his nerves and senses that make him feel hot all over.
He finds himself squirming against it, rolling his hips into the slowly increasing size and pressure as the toy fills him - tantalizing his nerves all the while. He's moaning almost non stop, shuddering at the clever and controlling way Jinki works the toy inside him until Taemin wants to scream with the teasing pleasure.
Jinki stops with toy pressed firmly and deeply inside Taemin's hot feverish body. He flicks open his leather pants and lets them sag on his slim hips, freeing himself with a deep growl. One hand cups his painfully aroused length while he uses the other to balance himself as he climbs up to crouch over Taemin's torso.
"Sexy boy," he murmurs, kissing Taemin hard and letting their tongues swirl together in a passionate embrace for a long moment.
Taemin kisses Jinki hungrily, shivering all over with the overload of his senses. He arches himself into the warm hard lines of Jinki's body and then nearly chokes at the firm stimulation of the toy still inside him. "Jinki, God, please, please..." he breathes.
Jinki smiles roughly, almost glaring down at Taemin's strung out beauty and shifts his position. The head of his cock brushes the parted pink-red shape of his boy's lips and he catches his breath. Without hesitation he lets his hard flesh rub back and forth, leaving a sultry gleam of his pre-cum on Taemin's mouth.
Instantly, Taemin's tongue is out, licking at Jinki's cock with avid eagerness. He makes a frustrated sound and squirms as if to suck more of Jinki's hard, delicious heat into his mouth but his Master pulls back. Every movement seems to make the beaded toy push inside him, sending shock waves of pleasure through him - and yet Taemin wants, needs, craves more.
"Show me that you want to please me," Jinki hisses, hand guiding his cock back against Taemin's mouth. He is mesmerized by the sight before him, by Taemin's utter trust and yielding submission. Here he is crouched over Taemin's outspread offered body, more or less holding him prisoner. And Taemin's soft lips part for him as he watches.
"Please, please," Taemin's whispers. He can hardly breathe for wanting the taste of Jinki's big beautiful cock in his mouth, on his tongue, on his lips. Nothing else matters, not even his own feverish desire. It all comes down to Jinki, nothing but Jinki.
"Let me, please let me," Taemin begs, straining to try to reach forward with his lips and tongue.
Jinki can't stand it, couldn't deny the younger man even if he wanted to. There's such decadent reverence in the way Taemin slips his tongue around the head of his cock when Jinki offers it. He shudders violently, fighting against the savage urge to push deep into the soft mouth sucking him in slow and steady and simply watches.
"Can you come like this?" he asks, barely recognizing his own strangled voice.
Taemin feels utterly hynotized, in another world altogether. Jinki tastes so good and every harsh growl, every little shudder he receives from his Master as he sucks and licks at Jinki's hard flesh sends him spinning. He's pulsing frantically, Taemin knows that but it really doesn't matter compared to giving Jinki pleasure.
Jinki grinds his teeth and reluctantly pulls back from Taemin's torrid attentions. He kisses Taemin swiftly when his thoroughly spaced out boy protests the loss. "Shh, shh, you're perfect, aegi," he soothes, rolling a little until he can get both his and Taemin's erections into his hands.
"I want you to come, Taemin, with me...now," Jinki urges, kissing at Taemin's ear and shoulder and lips. His self-control is splintering and where he was going with this is lost in the fever.
Taemin whines helplessly, arching hard into Jinki's hand. He's suddenly so close, so close and his whole body is aching with the tension. "Jinki, oh God, Jinki," he gasps, wrapping himself clumsily against his Master's body, pressing and clinging with all his strength.
"That's it, aegi," Jinki approves hoarsely. He can feel the orgasm rising, soul deep and furious as it sizzles up and down his spine. He jerks them both harder, faster, drinking in the way Taemin is plastered against him, the taste of his boy's lips on his.
Taemin comes first, shouting into the quiet of the hotel room and then smothering the rest of his rough noises agaisnt Jinki's bare shoulder. Ecstasy rips him apart then lets him float back together again. He can feel the hot wet splatter of his come across his stomach and chest and doesn't care...God it's so good he can't even fathom it.
Jinki finds himself clutching Taemin to him as if he is afraid some thing might take his boy, his beloved away from him if he doesn't. His breath leaves him in a harsh sound he can't even describe as the pleasure finally reaches its peak and Jinki lets the spasms shake him - almost wanting to laugh it's so intensely perfect.
For a long unknown time the two of them lay clutched together. They don't even talk, don't move, just cling together listening to each others heart beats. It's Jinki who finally stirs, kissing Taemin's cheeks and lips and eyes tenderly.
"I love you," he says in the quiet.
Taemin opens his eyes slowly, a smile curling his lips when he focuses on Jinki's face. "I love you, too."
Everything else, all the talking and explaining and amends making can wait, Jinki decides. He carefully removes the toy from Taemin's body with a slightly apologetic face, then crawls out of his pants the rest of the way. There's a bit of mopping up to do with that towel that Taemin so conveniently brought.
And then, finally, the two of them are curled up close as sleep slips over them.