Black Orchid Chapter 6
Title: Black Orchid Chapter 6
Pairing: Onew/Taemin, Key/Jjong (no Key/Jjong this chap)
Length: 4006
Genre: Romance/Angst/Vampire!Jinki/Drama/Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jinki and Taemin *finally* consummate their relationship (And Taemin realizes Jinki is not human)
Warnings: Sexiness, Swearing, BDSM implications
Note: lots and lots of sex, like seriously lots. this also continues immediately after chapter 5
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Jinki is a Sangre Baxia (literally Blood Kiss) - what we would think of as a vampire. However, he sweats, he eats, he has sex, etc. He does drink blood and blood plays an important role in his society. He doesn't kill people, in fact in both the human and vampire worlds, he's a physician.
Anjixo = my angel
Uxorus - my spouse
Cor'D'matix - my heart
I've basically bastardized Latin and other Latin based languages to come up with terms in the language of the Sangre Baxia. Hmm, I think that's the basics you need to now for the story to make sense. Hope you enjoy. Oh also, this is somewhat influenced by the Black Dagger Brotherhood books by J R Ward, though it does it's own thing.
Previous chapters 1, 2, 3, 4 5
Request: Are there some artistic types who would be able/willing to make a banner for this fic? I still love the one I had/have but I am looking for something more darkly romantic? y/y?
Fuck!" Taemin's voice is a whisper as his fingertips delicately explore the length and girth of Jinki's erection through the soft fabric between them. He's all but moaning with every breath - every sense seemingly over charged with sexual energy.
Taemin is no virgin. His fascinated touches translate perfectly well to the unbidden image of their bodies twined together, the thought of Jinki pushing slowly and carefully into him. He closes his eyes tightly and sucks in air through his teeth.
"God... you're so fucking...," he mutters, voice tight enough to make the words come out as a squeak.
He then looks up to Jinki's handsome face, taking note that the other man's eyes are not the previous dark warm brown but have gone an odd almost silvery color. Muscles strain along the line of his shoulders and arms to match the tension in his thighs and Taemin can hardly believe that this depth of lust is all for him.
"From the first second I saw you," he says slowly, licking his lips as his fingertips trace the shape of Jinki's cock through his pants, "I thought you were the just as breathtaking as I first called you. I wanted to get down on my knees and beg for your attention, your touch, for anything you would care to give me."
Taemin doesn't dare look up again, his cheeks hot with the flush suffusing his skin. "I didn't care if you hurt me. Tortured me. Anything. I just wanted you that much. You could have done... anything to me that you wanted, that night."
"Taemin," Jinki begins softly. Taemin's light caressing touch on his erection, even half shielded by the fabric of his pants, makes him feel as if his flesh is on fire. He can almost feel himself swelling even more, the first drops of moisture dotting his pants. The chair creaks as his hands go white knuckled. His skin aches and burns - yet he doesn't need Taemin to explain that his Mate needs him to respond to his words even more than to his touch.
"You'll have to tell me... when it's too much. You make it very, very difficult for me to think past the scent of you, the look of you, the feel of you." Very carefully, Jinki reaches out his hand and gently pulls Taemin's exploring fingertips away from his anxious body. "I am... not civilized, when I am with you."
Taemin twists his hand, locking his fingers with Jinki's. Yet again, he marvels at the feverish heat of Jinki's skin. There's the light trace of callouses on the wide palm and yet the flesh is smooth.
"Me either," he answers with a sideways bright smile. "Civilized is highly over rated."
Jinki hesitates another moment, for the first time in his long life he's afraid of hurting his partner. He's never felt this way, never felt so close to the kind of rut that even his kind whisper about fearfully. He wills it back, forcing down the primitive instinct as best he can.
Taemin waits a moment, losing himself again in the strange silver of Jinki's eyes. He glances down to the straining bulge of Jinki's erection then over to where Jinki's free hand is still locked with a white knuckled grip against the chair. It's clear that Jinki is holding himself back and Taemin abruptly decides that he doesn't want that.
"Maybe you need something to look at?" he suggests with a soft attempt at flirtation, long lashes sliding down over his eyes as he reaches for the hem of his oversized tee shirt. Taemin hasn't got the patience to drag it out; he simply yanks the garment up and over his head then lets it fall to the side.
Taemin's smooth pale skin is unblemished like porcelain or fine marble. He's too slender to be overmuscled but the lightly toned look of chest and abdomen is overwhelmingly attractive to Jinki. He barely even realizes he's moving, all of his attention on Taemin's bare skin. But suddenly their bodies are slamming together against the wall to one side of the bead curtained doorway and Jinki shudders as a sweet fiery rush of friction rewards him.
"I only have so much self-control," Jinki hisses, pressing in hard between Taemin's long legs, kissing lightly at his Mate's jawline as a sop to the raging incandescence he feels inside.
Taemin moans at the feel of Jinki's hands on his shoulders, sliding down under his ass to hitch him into place in a more precise match for Jinki's body. His own hands are not idle, slithering over the soft fabric covering Jinki's shoulders and chest then ruthlessly ripping at the buttons wherever he finds them.
"I don't fucking care," Taemin manages roughly, tightening his legs around Jinki's trim hips and scraping light pink lines over the other man's back under his shirt.
"When I first saw you," Jinki growls between hard biting kisses to Taemin's lips and jaw and neck. "All I could think about was when could I get you alone. When could I just hold you against me. I knew you... I knew... I need you so badly, Taemin."
Taemin can't answer, whining with reaction when their bare chests clash together. He's burying his fingers in Jinki's silky hair, tugging it then stroking softly to soothe the burn.
"You're killing me." Taemin finally complains, grinding against Jinki's sexy hot weight pinning him to the wall with shameless lust. "Less talk... more ... please...," he mutters low, shoving his tongue into the curve of Jinki's ear then dragging hard on the earlobe with his teeth.
Jinki half chuckles at his Mate's demanding tone, at the burning hot touches swarming over his body. He shouldn't expect anything less. His Mate is strong in his own right, in his own way. That thought fills him with warmth of a different kind, giving him a breathing space in the inferno he feels. He drops his head to press his face against the curve of Taemin's neck - not to bite but simply to breathe in the intoxicating scent of this one being he's been waiting for so long.
Without a word, he steps away from the wall, holding Taemin against him carefully with one hand low on his ass while he brushes through the beaded curtain and stalks towards the bed. The covers are already pulled down and he falls with his back to the mattress so that Taemin isn't crushed beneath his weight.
Taemin gasps as they fall and then sprawls himself over Jinki's gorgeous warm strong body, rolling his hips to get more friction against the other man's firm contours. His fingers roam everywhere he can reach, stroking and caressing with an unconsciously possessive touch.
Jinki's shirt is buttonless and loose across his chest and Taemin pulls his head up just to admire the smooth, hairless surface of Jinki's chest and cute little nipples. As he expected, the other man's body is toned not overly muscled but absolutely delicious. Perfect, he thinks to himself with a little shiver of awareness.
Jinki reaches up, pushing the hair out of Taemin's eyes. His mate's beautiful face is flushed, lightly sheened with sweat, the pupils of his dark eyes blown wide. His lips are deep pink and he's panting for breath. He is everything Jinki could ask for and his heart twists with love in that moment.
"I am yours. For you I will live and die and kill and bleed if need be. There is none before you or above you. You are my life, my heart, my blood, now and even unto the Reaches.
Jinki breathes the words softly in the Old Tongue, borrowing them from the formal mating ceremony. As far as he is concerned, Taemin is his Uxorus. As he speaks, he distinctly hears a small chime in his head. This means the Powers have accepted and recorded his words so that for Sangre Baxia the vow is legal and binding and he is suffused with a sudden rush of relief. Let Siwon try to touch his Mate, now.
Taemin hears the incomprehensible but melodic syllables through a haze of emotions and sensations and burning desire that make his head swim. Before he can open his mouth to ask what Jinki just said, or do anything more - he finds himself flipped over with Jinki hovering over him braced on his forearms.
"Taemin," Jinki purrs and his voice has changed, gone rough and low, heavy with a feral sexuality.
"Oh God, please," Taemin moans, arching his hips up into the heavenly weight of Jinki's body pressed against his.
Jinki sees everything from that moment on in hot red flashes, his fingertips nudging Taemin's arms up so that he can drop his head into the smooth curve of his Mate's armpit. He's ravenous for Taemin's scent, the subtle taste of his Mate's special musk that called to him in a crowded room and now is something he'd bathe in if given the chance.
His nose slides along the soft hair roughened curve, followed by a few exploratory laps of his tongue over the skin and hair. He hears his Mate's gasp, half a laugh and half a moan and purrs again - a low pleasured rumble in his chest. His fangs are out; there's no way he could keep that response back now but he is exquisitely careful not to slip the sharp edges into his Mate's skin though he longs for a small taste of Taemin's exquisite blood.
Taemin whimpers helplessly as Jinki handles him carefully but with the kind of effortless strength that twists his gut into knots of arousal. He can only cling and claw at Jinki's shoulders, arch himself into the steady hard throb of Jinki's erection against his own and try to survive this heat.
Jinki's hands catch at his wrists though and pin them to the mattress beside his hips; the simple gesture dominating him in such a way that his breath catches in the pleasure it brings. Jinki's mouth is pressed against his belly, tongue tracing patterns against his skin. He's moving slowly, oh so maddeningly slowly downwards, exploring every inch of Taemin's body and no attempt on Taemin's part will hurry him one little bit.
Jinki adores the smooth flat contours of Taemin's stomach, lazily licking and nipping with care at the firm flesh. He can feel his Mate beginning to squirm and jerk beneath his caresses and his need to map out Taemin's body with his lips and tongue. The way his Mate moans and whimpers satisfies him that Taemin is enjoying himself.
Jinki drops his head lower, finding the spot where Taemin's hip meets his groin and takes a deep breath of his Mate's special scent. In a moment he is licking and kissing, taking care for the moment to avoid his Mate's hard beautiful erection, wet at the tip and swollen pink with desire.
"Damn it Jinki, please... oh fuck... just touch me... just..." Taemin is nearly sobbing with the avid hunger eating him alive. He's never been so completely and totally aroused, never craved a touch, any touch to his cock this way. Jinki is driving him wild with his careful and meticulous exploration.
And yet, the way that Jinki handles him tells him that the other man is not nearly as controlled as he seems. The low rumbling purrs as Jinki delves into some new part of Taemin's body, the sensation of shudders racking the other man's firm body. The prickling of this feral quality in Jinki only excites Taemin more.
Jinki can hear his Mate's broken erotic pleas, can feel the light twist of slim wrists in his grasp but for the moment he is compelled to ignore them in favor of his need to absorb Taemin's scent into himself. "Mine," he hisses roughly, coming up for air briefly to gaze possessively into his Mate's flushed face.
"Oh, Jinki," Taemin breathes into the silver sparkle of the other man's gaze. There's no resistance in him now for that claim, nor does he flinch away from the white curve of Jinki's exposed fangs. He opens his mouth to invite Jinki to bite him only to find himself flipped over on his belly and Jinki's hot mouth sucking at his shoulder, creating a delicious tight bruise there.
Jinki again pins Taemin's wrists to the bed, licking patterns and sigils over his Mate's shoulders and back, tracing down to the narrow waist and the flare of Taemin's hips. His Mate tastes so good, smells so good, and he is greedy for every touch and taste he can gather.
The firm rounded curves of Taemin's ass are so tempting that he has to fight hard to get his fangs to retract so he can safely bite at the plump flesh. He licks at each small red mark he creates, pausing to listen for the hitch in Taemin's breathing, the whining cry each time he presses his teeth in against pale skin.
Taemin spreads his legs against the mussed covers, squirming as best he can to get at least a little friction against his hard on. He can't claw the bed linens, can't reach back to pull at Jinki to get him closer with his wrists held captive. The hot bite marks spill heat through him, making him pant for breath and whimper pleadingly.
It seems to him in the endless seconds of Jinki's fierce and devouring touches that he is becoming truly something more, different than he ever was before. What little coherent thought he can muster is lost though when Jinki's hands finally let his go, only to caress Taemin's thighs and ass. Jinki's tongue is a wicked velvet stroke against Taemin's opening, exploring thoroughly before flicking inside him.
Jinki almost growls out right, hearing his Mate's soft choked cries as his tongue and lips press kisses and licks to the small pink little hole waiting for him. His hand slips underneath Taemin's writhing form to curl around his hard length, sliding up and down firmly a few times then forming a cinch at the base.
Taemin swears to himself a hundred times that he can't live another second with this need, this frustration racking him. Jinki is relentless, tongue fucking him, maddening him with the hot flickering velvet wet thrusts until Taemin is shoving his ass into Jinki's face wantonly. And that smooth hard palm is curled around him, holding him back, forcing him to suffer a thousand little mini orgasms instead of letting him shatter apart.
"Jinki, fuck, Jinki, pleeease," Taemin doesn't know if he's howling or whispering and doesn't care. He doesn't know if Jinki just happens to possess a crazily long tongue to go with his big dick. He doesn't know up from down. He just knows there's an aching, desperate sensation of needing, of wanting that no one else has been able to conjure up in him.
"Anjixo," Jinki whispers, scraping his carefully flattened teeth against the back of Taemin's thigh. "My darling, my sweetheart," he adds in plain English. His hands are shaking and there are no words to describe the painful engorgement of his cock. Every bit of will power he has left is fighting his desire for his Mate, his desire to taste as he pushes inside the first time.
He flips Taemin over as gently as he can, unceremoniously shoving a few pillows under his Mate's curving butt and bringing those long legs up to hook over his shoulders as he bends forward until the hot wet and blessedly slick head of his erection probes lightly against Taemin's well kissed opening.
Taemin hisses, almost crying out in pure sweet relief as he finds himself placed quickly yet tenderly into position. He reaches down to touch himself only to find Jinki pushing his hand away with a little shake of the head. He can see the silver light in Jinki's eyes, brighter than ever and beyond that he's not sure that the other man even can see him properly any more.
But Jinki can feel him, smell him in a way that is entirely unlike the way a human might. Of that Taemin's delirious brain is certain. More, he can't stop seeing that white flash of fangs in Jinki's mouth. It is somehow even more arousing to realize, to make the connection that Jinki is not and never has been human.
"Oh God," he breathes arching his hips up towards the enticing press of Jinki's erection against him. "Jinki... just.. now... I can't take any more, I'm ready, please." He's delirious and knows it but that doesn't stop Taemin from looking right up into those silver stained eyes and reaching up to catch at Jinki's hand on his thigh.
Jinki doesn't know what he's looking for, what's keeping him hovering on the brink of joining their bodies. But the tone of Taemin's voice, the low firm insistence of it seems to be just what he needs. He leans forward, completing the bending of Taemin body in half and presses a soft loving kiss against his Mate's smooth sweat stained forehead.
The glands at the base of Jinki's erection have done as they are supposed to, keeping him slick and intensifying his hard on. He blindly grabs on to Taemin's hips, lifting him the last little distance until Taemin's body begins to sheathe his own. Muscles stand out on his arms and thighs as he tries to take it carefully.
Taemin feels so good, so perfect, so tight and right around him though. It's almost more than he can handle, more than he can control forcing a slow, slow pace that pushes him deeper and deeper into his Mate's sublime body. He's whining like an animal by the time he finally can't push any deeper, head hanging low so his cheek brushes Taemin's shoulder while he gasps for breath.
"Taemin," he's almost pleading the sound of Taemin's name. His nervous energy bringing on a soft swirling movement of his hips, licking at the sweat on Taemin's neck. Taemin shifts a little and Jinki closes his eyes tightly, fists his hands in the blankets beneath them, moaning roughly around the sensations welling up from low in his spine.
Taemin whimpers softly, matching the tone of Jinki's pleading almost exactly. Christ if he thought this man was big before, now he knows Jinki is so much more than merely big. He can feel a soft aching stretch but that barely registers when compared to the wicked grind of Jinki's cock inside him doing things to the pleasure center of his prostate that are impossibly good.
"More," he demands roughly, reaching up and pulling at Jinki's hair, squirming as enticingly as he can in this position against the feel of that heavy perfect spear possessing him. "Give me more, Jinki, now, it's mine, you're mine, understand!"
After that, there's no more talking for Jinki. There can't be. Jinki can't refuse his Mate, not when his own instincts, his own needs are so powerful as well. He lets go, forcing a slow seductive withdrawal that prompts the most luscious whines and cries and nails scraping against his shoulders before he slams himself back into Taemin's willing body. The strangled cry of pleasure the movement brings out of his Mate is such a sweet reward that he repeats the whole procedure. There's nothing he loves as much as Taemin's wanton pleasure and his whole being is involved now in giving his Mate all the more he could want.
Jinki fucks like a dream, like a fantasy, like nothing real could ever be. Taemin thinks this hazily over and over while his body goes helplessly passionately insane on the endlessly unstoppable surge of Jinki's body against and within his own.
It's as if Jinki has no limits, even though Taemin thinks he's had more orgasms than can be humanly possible. Every time splintering apart into screaming spasms only to come to himself again with that never ending push and thrust. He also knows, or thinks he knows he should be chafed by now, should hurt or something but he doesn't and he simply can't resist the way Jinki's breath catches now on every thrust. The way he can feel Jinki's hips roll and drag. There's this tiny little animal moan that comes out of Jinki's mouth when the other man is at the top of his thrust... and finally Taemin thinks he understands what's happening.
"Jinki... fuck.. Jinki, let me... let me ride you now. I want you to cum all over me, fill me up... want it... okay. Let me please fucking get you off," Taemin mutters, pushing at Jinki's shoulders.
Jinki takes a few gasps for breath, leaning up and then stretching out, growling roughly in his throat at the first sign of a disconnect of their bodies. He makes no attempt to pull at Taemin, lying there in an almost submissive pose, arching his back and making another unearthly noise when Taemin slides himself back down on Jinki's slick erection.
"I'm here, I'm here," Taemin repeats to this beautiful... strange... being who seems to need him so much.
He whines softly when their bodies slide home together and leans over Jinki now. "It's okay baby," Taemin says with a tenderness for Jinki that he doesn't quite fathom in himself. It's only that he realizes now that Jinki is not human and needs more in some ways than any human sex partner. How can he not suddenly see everything in a new light?
Jinki is in a kind of state he has no ability to ponder or to comprehend. The want is so great that it blocks out everything else. Taemin's hot tight body against and around his is his only reality, giving his Mate pleasure is his only focus. He arches his body up hard into the snug sweet heat and digs his heels into the bed. His fangs are in evidence and his eyes are wild when he looks up into Taemin's sweat drenched, flushed face.
Taemin can sense that Jinki is at the end of his sexual rope, as he is himself after what seems like a marathon fuck. He plucks at Jinki's nipples, grinds against him, talking to him incessantly. Finally, he looks at the way Jinki's head is arched to one side, baring his throat and without thinking Taemin drops his head and bites hard against that feverishly hot taut line. His flat human teeth can't break through the skin but it seems it doesn't matter.
Jinki jack knifes up against Taemin's body, holding him tightly as his body finally, oh thank the Powers... finally lets go of the tight cord of restraint holding him back. He roars into the night, pumping himself into Taemin with his head thrown back as if to expose the small red marks of Taemin's teeth.
He comes back to himself holding on to his Mate as if he is his world... which is the simple truth. He finds that Taemin is exhausted with the aftermath of their coupling, half swooning in Jinki's arms as he carefully separates their bodies. Even though Taemin's bite was nothing more than a sexual caress, the feel of it sends a sweet joy and renewed energy through Jinki's being.
He carries Taemin into the bathroom and tenderly washes him clean, drying him as well then also making a much rougher wash of himself before tossing off most of the sweat drenched and tumbled sheets to wrap them both in a soft quilt.
Taemin stirs irritably, making an attempt here and there to clean his own body, to tend to himself. Wordlessly grumbling when Jinki pays no attention to these efforts. Once they are in bed again though, Taemin's eyes flick up for a moment and he stares hard if drowsily into Jinki's eyes, now returned to their lovely deep brown.
"Mine," he announces in a voice roughened with all they've done tonight.
Jinki can't help but chuckle. "Unto death," he agrees and tucks Taemin's head under his own chin, holding him close.
Pairing: Onew/Taemin, Key/Jjong (no Key/Jjong this chap)
Length: 4006
Genre: Romance/Angst/Vampire!Jinki/Drama/Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jinki and Taemin *finally* consummate their relationship (And Taemin realizes Jinki is not human)
Warnings: Sexiness, Swearing, BDSM implications
Note: lots and lots of sex, like seriously lots. this also continues immediately after chapter 5
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Jinki is a Sangre Baxia (literally Blood Kiss) - what we would think of as a vampire. However, he sweats, he eats, he has sex, etc. He does drink blood and blood plays an important role in his society. He doesn't kill people, in fact in both the human and vampire worlds, he's a physician.
Anjixo = my angel
Uxorus - my spouse
Cor'D'matix - my heart
I've basically bastardized Latin and other Latin based languages to come up with terms in the language of the Sangre Baxia. Hmm, I think that's the basics you need to now for the story to make sense. Hope you enjoy. Oh also, this is somewhat influenced by the Black Dagger Brotherhood books by J R Ward, though it does it's own thing.
Previous chapters 1, 2, 3, 4 5
Request: Are there some artistic types who would be able/willing to make a banner for this fic? I still love the one I had/have but I am looking for something more darkly romantic? y/y?
Fuck!" Taemin's voice is a whisper as his fingertips delicately explore the length and girth of Jinki's erection through the soft fabric between them. He's all but moaning with every breath - every sense seemingly over charged with sexual energy.
Taemin is no virgin. His fascinated touches translate perfectly well to the unbidden image of their bodies twined together, the thought of Jinki pushing slowly and carefully into him. He closes his eyes tightly and sucks in air through his teeth.
"God... you're so fucking...," he mutters, voice tight enough to make the words come out as a squeak.
He then looks up to Jinki's handsome face, taking note that the other man's eyes are not the previous dark warm brown but have gone an odd almost silvery color. Muscles strain along the line of his shoulders and arms to match the tension in his thighs and Taemin can hardly believe that this depth of lust is all for him.
"From the first second I saw you," he says slowly, licking his lips as his fingertips trace the shape of Jinki's cock through his pants, "I thought you were the just as breathtaking as I first called you. I wanted to get down on my knees and beg for your attention, your touch, for anything you would care to give me."
Taemin doesn't dare look up again, his cheeks hot with the flush suffusing his skin. "I didn't care if you hurt me. Tortured me. Anything. I just wanted you that much. You could have done... anything to me that you wanted, that night."
"Taemin," Jinki begins softly. Taemin's light caressing touch on his erection, even half shielded by the fabric of his pants, makes him feel as if his flesh is on fire. He can almost feel himself swelling even more, the first drops of moisture dotting his pants. The chair creaks as his hands go white knuckled. His skin aches and burns - yet he doesn't need Taemin to explain that his Mate needs him to respond to his words even more than to his touch.
"You'll have to tell me... when it's too much. You make it very, very difficult for me to think past the scent of you, the look of you, the feel of you." Very carefully, Jinki reaches out his hand and gently pulls Taemin's exploring fingertips away from his anxious body. "I am... not civilized, when I am with you."
Taemin twists his hand, locking his fingers with Jinki's. Yet again, he marvels at the feverish heat of Jinki's skin. There's the light trace of callouses on the wide palm and yet the flesh is smooth.
"Me either," he answers with a sideways bright smile. "Civilized is highly over rated."
Jinki hesitates another moment, for the first time in his long life he's afraid of hurting his partner. He's never felt this way, never felt so close to the kind of rut that even his kind whisper about fearfully. He wills it back, forcing down the primitive instinct as best he can.
Taemin waits a moment, losing himself again in the strange silver of Jinki's eyes. He glances down to the straining bulge of Jinki's erection then over to where Jinki's free hand is still locked with a white knuckled grip against the chair. It's clear that Jinki is holding himself back and Taemin abruptly decides that he doesn't want that.
"Maybe you need something to look at?" he suggests with a soft attempt at flirtation, long lashes sliding down over his eyes as he reaches for the hem of his oversized tee shirt. Taemin hasn't got the patience to drag it out; he simply yanks the garment up and over his head then lets it fall to the side.
Taemin's smooth pale skin is unblemished like porcelain or fine marble. He's too slender to be overmuscled but the lightly toned look of chest and abdomen is overwhelmingly attractive to Jinki. He barely even realizes he's moving, all of his attention on Taemin's bare skin. But suddenly their bodies are slamming together against the wall to one side of the bead curtained doorway and Jinki shudders as a sweet fiery rush of friction rewards him.
"I only have so much self-control," Jinki hisses, pressing in hard between Taemin's long legs, kissing lightly at his Mate's jawline as a sop to the raging incandescence he feels inside.
Taemin moans at the feel of Jinki's hands on his shoulders, sliding down under his ass to hitch him into place in a more precise match for Jinki's body. His own hands are not idle, slithering over the soft fabric covering Jinki's shoulders and chest then ruthlessly ripping at the buttons wherever he finds them.
"I don't fucking care," Taemin manages roughly, tightening his legs around Jinki's trim hips and scraping light pink lines over the other man's back under his shirt.
"When I first saw you," Jinki growls between hard biting kisses to Taemin's lips and jaw and neck. "All I could think about was when could I get you alone. When could I just hold you against me. I knew you... I knew... I need you so badly, Taemin."
Taemin can't answer, whining with reaction when their bare chests clash together. He's burying his fingers in Jinki's silky hair, tugging it then stroking softly to soothe the burn.
"You're killing me." Taemin finally complains, grinding against Jinki's sexy hot weight pinning him to the wall with shameless lust. "Less talk... more ... please...," he mutters low, shoving his tongue into the curve of Jinki's ear then dragging hard on the earlobe with his teeth.
Jinki half chuckles at his Mate's demanding tone, at the burning hot touches swarming over his body. He shouldn't expect anything less. His Mate is strong in his own right, in his own way. That thought fills him with warmth of a different kind, giving him a breathing space in the inferno he feels. He drops his head to press his face against the curve of Taemin's neck - not to bite but simply to breathe in the intoxicating scent of this one being he's been waiting for so long.
Without a word, he steps away from the wall, holding Taemin against him carefully with one hand low on his ass while he brushes through the beaded curtain and stalks towards the bed. The covers are already pulled down and he falls with his back to the mattress so that Taemin isn't crushed beneath his weight.
Taemin gasps as they fall and then sprawls himself over Jinki's gorgeous warm strong body, rolling his hips to get more friction against the other man's firm contours. His fingers roam everywhere he can reach, stroking and caressing with an unconsciously possessive touch.
Jinki's shirt is buttonless and loose across his chest and Taemin pulls his head up just to admire the smooth, hairless surface of Jinki's chest and cute little nipples. As he expected, the other man's body is toned not overly muscled but absolutely delicious. Perfect, he thinks to himself with a little shiver of awareness.
Jinki reaches up, pushing the hair out of Taemin's eyes. His mate's beautiful face is flushed, lightly sheened with sweat, the pupils of his dark eyes blown wide. His lips are deep pink and he's panting for breath. He is everything Jinki could ask for and his heart twists with love in that moment.
"I am yours. For you I will live and die and kill and bleed if need be. There is none before you or above you. You are my life, my heart, my blood, now and even unto the Reaches.
Jinki breathes the words softly in the Old Tongue, borrowing them from the formal mating ceremony. As far as he is concerned, Taemin is his Uxorus. As he speaks, he distinctly hears a small chime in his head. This means the Powers have accepted and recorded his words so that for Sangre Baxia the vow is legal and binding and he is suffused with a sudden rush of relief. Let Siwon try to touch his Mate, now.
Taemin hears the incomprehensible but melodic syllables through a haze of emotions and sensations and burning desire that make his head swim. Before he can open his mouth to ask what Jinki just said, or do anything more - he finds himself flipped over with Jinki hovering over him braced on his forearms.
"Taemin," Jinki purrs and his voice has changed, gone rough and low, heavy with a feral sexuality.
"Oh God, please," Taemin moans, arching his hips up into the heavenly weight of Jinki's body pressed against his.
Jinki sees everything from that moment on in hot red flashes, his fingertips nudging Taemin's arms up so that he can drop his head into the smooth curve of his Mate's armpit. He's ravenous for Taemin's scent, the subtle taste of his Mate's special musk that called to him in a crowded room and now is something he'd bathe in if given the chance.
His nose slides along the soft hair roughened curve, followed by a few exploratory laps of his tongue over the skin and hair. He hears his Mate's gasp, half a laugh and half a moan and purrs again - a low pleasured rumble in his chest. His fangs are out; there's no way he could keep that response back now but he is exquisitely careful not to slip the sharp edges into his Mate's skin though he longs for a small taste of Taemin's exquisite blood.
Taemin whimpers helplessly as Jinki handles him carefully but with the kind of effortless strength that twists his gut into knots of arousal. He can only cling and claw at Jinki's shoulders, arch himself into the steady hard throb of Jinki's erection against his own and try to survive this heat.
Jinki's hands catch at his wrists though and pin them to the mattress beside his hips; the simple gesture dominating him in such a way that his breath catches in the pleasure it brings. Jinki's mouth is pressed against his belly, tongue tracing patterns against his skin. He's moving slowly, oh so maddeningly slowly downwards, exploring every inch of Taemin's body and no attempt on Taemin's part will hurry him one little bit.
Jinki adores the smooth flat contours of Taemin's stomach, lazily licking and nipping with care at the firm flesh. He can feel his Mate beginning to squirm and jerk beneath his caresses and his need to map out Taemin's body with his lips and tongue. The way his Mate moans and whimpers satisfies him that Taemin is enjoying himself.
Jinki drops his head lower, finding the spot where Taemin's hip meets his groin and takes a deep breath of his Mate's special scent. In a moment he is licking and kissing, taking care for the moment to avoid his Mate's hard beautiful erection, wet at the tip and swollen pink with desire.
"Damn it Jinki, please... oh fuck... just touch me... just..." Taemin is nearly sobbing with the avid hunger eating him alive. He's never been so completely and totally aroused, never craved a touch, any touch to his cock this way. Jinki is driving him wild with his careful and meticulous exploration.
And yet, the way that Jinki handles him tells him that the other man is not nearly as controlled as he seems. The low rumbling purrs as Jinki delves into some new part of Taemin's body, the sensation of shudders racking the other man's firm body. The prickling of this feral quality in Jinki only excites Taemin more.
Jinki can hear his Mate's broken erotic pleas, can feel the light twist of slim wrists in his grasp but for the moment he is compelled to ignore them in favor of his need to absorb Taemin's scent into himself. "Mine," he hisses roughly, coming up for air briefly to gaze possessively into his Mate's flushed face.
"Oh, Jinki," Taemin breathes into the silver sparkle of the other man's gaze. There's no resistance in him now for that claim, nor does he flinch away from the white curve of Jinki's exposed fangs. He opens his mouth to invite Jinki to bite him only to find himself flipped over on his belly and Jinki's hot mouth sucking at his shoulder, creating a delicious tight bruise there.
Jinki again pins Taemin's wrists to the bed, licking patterns and sigils over his Mate's shoulders and back, tracing down to the narrow waist and the flare of Taemin's hips. His Mate tastes so good, smells so good, and he is greedy for every touch and taste he can gather.
The firm rounded curves of Taemin's ass are so tempting that he has to fight hard to get his fangs to retract so he can safely bite at the plump flesh. He licks at each small red mark he creates, pausing to listen for the hitch in Taemin's breathing, the whining cry each time he presses his teeth in against pale skin.
Taemin spreads his legs against the mussed covers, squirming as best he can to get at least a little friction against his hard on. He can't claw the bed linens, can't reach back to pull at Jinki to get him closer with his wrists held captive. The hot bite marks spill heat through him, making him pant for breath and whimper pleadingly.
It seems to him in the endless seconds of Jinki's fierce and devouring touches that he is becoming truly something more, different than he ever was before. What little coherent thought he can muster is lost though when Jinki's hands finally let his go, only to caress Taemin's thighs and ass. Jinki's tongue is a wicked velvet stroke against Taemin's opening, exploring thoroughly before flicking inside him.
Jinki almost growls out right, hearing his Mate's soft choked cries as his tongue and lips press kisses and licks to the small pink little hole waiting for him. His hand slips underneath Taemin's writhing form to curl around his hard length, sliding up and down firmly a few times then forming a cinch at the base.
Taemin swears to himself a hundred times that he can't live another second with this need, this frustration racking him. Jinki is relentless, tongue fucking him, maddening him with the hot flickering velvet wet thrusts until Taemin is shoving his ass into Jinki's face wantonly. And that smooth hard palm is curled around him, holding him back, forcing him to suffer a thousand little mini orgasms instead of letting him shatter apart.
"Jinki, fuck, Jinki, pleeease," Taemin doesn't know if he's howling or whispering and doesn't care. He doesn't know if Jinki just happens to possess a crazily long tongue to go with his big dick. He doesn't know up from down. He just knows there's an aching, desperate sensation of needing, of wanting that no one else has been able to conjure up in him.
"Anjixo," Jinki whispers, scraping his carefully flattened teeth against the back of Taemin's thigh. "My darling, my sweetheart," he adds in plain English. His hands are shaking and there are no words to describe the painful engorgement of his cock. Every bit of will power he has left is fighting his desire for his Mate, his desire to taste as he pushes inside the first time.
He flips Taemin over as gently as he can, unceremoniously shoving a few pillows under his Mate's curving butt and bringing those long legs up to hook over his shoulders as he bends forward until the hot wet and blessedly slick head of his erection probes lightly against Taemin's well kissed opening.
Taemin hisses, almost crying out in pure sweet relief as he finds himself placed quickly yet tenderly into position. He reaches down to touch himself only to find Jinki pushing his hand away with a little shake of the head. He can see the silver light in Jinki's eyes, brighter than ever and beyond that he's not sure that the other man even can see him properly any more.
But Jinki can feel him, smell him in a way that is entirely unlike the way a human might. Of that Taemin's delirious brain is certain. More, he can't stop seeing that white flash of fangs in Jinki's mouth. It is somehow even more arousing to realize, to make the connection that Jinki is not and never has been human.
"Oh God," he breathes arching his hips up towards the enticing press of Jinki's erection against him. "Jinki... just.. now... I can't take any more, I'm ready, please." He's delirious and knows it but that doesn't stop Taemin from looking right up into those silver stained eyes and reaching up to catch at Jinki's hand on his thigh.
Jinki doesn't know what he's looking for, what's keeping him hovering on the brink of joining their bodies. But the tone of Taemin's voice, the low firm insistence of it seems to be just what he needs. He leans forward, completing the bending of Taemin body in half and presses a soft loving kiss against his Mate's smooth sweat stained forehead.
The glands at the base of Jinki's erection have done as they are supposed to, keeping him slick and intensifying his hard on. He blindly grabs on to Taemin's hips, lifting him the last little distance until Taemin's body begins to sheathe his own. Muscles stand out on his arms and thighs as he tries to take it carefully.
Taemin feels so good, so perfect, so tight and right around him though. It's almost more than he can handle, more than he can control forcing a slow, slow pace that pushes him deeper and deeper into his Mate's sublime body. He's whining like an animal by the time he finally can't push any deeper, head hanging low so his cheek brushes Taemin's shoulder while he gasps for breath.
"Taemin," he's almost pleading the sound of Taemin's name. His nervous energy bringing on a soft swirling movement of his hips, licking at the sweat on Taemin's neck. Taemin shifts a little and Jinki closes his eyes tightly, fists his hands in the blankets beneath them, moaning roughly around the sensations welling up from low in his spine.
Taemin whimpers softly, matching the tone of Jinki's pleading almost exactly. Christ if he thought this man was big before, now he knows Jinki is so much more than merely big. He can feel a soft aching stretch but that barely registers when compared to the wicked grind of Jinki's cock inside him doing things to the pleasure center of his prostate that are impossibly good.
"More," he demands roughly, reaching up and pulling at Jinki's hair, squirming as enticingly as he can in this position against the feel of that heavy perfect spear possessing him. "Give me more, Jinki, now, it's mine, you're mine, understand!"
After that, there's no more talking for Jinki. There can't be. Jinki can't refuse his Mate, not when his own instincts, his own needs are so powerful as well. He lets go, forcing a slow seductive withdrawal that prompts the most luscious whines and cries and nails scraping against his shoulders before he slams himself back into Taemin's willing body. The strangled cry of pleasure the movement brings out of his Mate is such a sweet reward that he repeats the whole procedure. There's nothing he loves as much as Taemin's wanton pleasure and his whole being is involved now in giving his Mate all the more he could want.
Jinki fucks like a dream, like a fantasy, like nothing real could ever be. Taemin thinks this hazily over and over while his body goes helplessly passionately insane on the endlessly unstoppable surge of Jinki's body against and within his own.
It's as if Jinki has no limits, even though Taemin thinks he's had more orgasms than can be humanly possible. Every time splintering apart into screaming spasms only to come to himself again with that never ending push and thrust. He also knows, or thinks he knows he should be chafed by now, should hurt or something but he doesn't and he simply can't resist the way Jinki's breath catches now on every thrust. The way he can feel Jinki's hips roll and drag. There's this tiny little animal moan that comes out of Jinki's mouth when the other man is at the top of his thrust... and finally Taemin thinks he understands what's happening.
"Jinki... fuck.. Jinki, let me... let me ride you now. I want you to cum all over me, fill me up... want it... okay. Let me please fucking get you off," Taemin mutters, pushing at Jinki's shoulders.
Jinki takes a few gasps for breath, leaning up and then stretching out, growling roughly in his throat at the first sign of a disconnect of their bodies. He makes no attempt to pull at Taemin, lying there in an almost submissive pose, arching his back and making another unearthly noise when Taemin slides himself back down on Jinki's slick erection.
"I'm here, I'm here," Taemin repeats to this beautiful... strange... being who seems to need him so much.
He whines softly when their bodies slide home together and leans over Jinki now. "It's okay baby," Taemin says with a tenderness for Jinki that he doesn't quite fathom in himself. It's only that he realizes now that Jinki is not human and needs more in some ways than any human sex partner. How can he not suddenly see everything in a new light?
Jinki is in a kind of state he has no ability to ponder or to comprehend. The want is so great that it blocks out everything else. Taemin's hot tight body against and around his is his only reality, giving his Mate pleasure is his only focus. He arches his body up hard into the snug sweet heat and digs his heels into the bed. His fangs are in evidence and his eyes are wild when he looks up into Taemin's sweat drenched, flushed face.
Taemin can sense that Jinki is at the end of his sexual rope, as he is himself after what seems like a marathon fuck. He plucks at Jinki's nipples, grinds against him, talking to him incessantly. Finally, he looks at the way Jinki's head is arched to one side, baring his throat and without thinking Taemin drops his head and bites hard against that feverishly hot taut line. His flat human teeth can't break through the skin but it seems it doesn't matter.
Jinki jack knifes up against Taemin's body, holding him tightly as his body finally, oh thank the Powers... finally lets go of the tight cord of restraint holding him back. He roars into the night, pumping himself into Taemin with his head thrown back as if to expose the small red marks of Taemin's teeth.
He comes back to himself holding on to his Mate as if he is his world... which is the simple truth. He finds that Taemin is exhausted with the aftermath of their coupling, half swooning in Jinki's arms as he carefully separates their bodies. Even though Taemin's bite was nothing more than a sexual caress, the feel of it sends a sweet joy and renewed energy through Jinki's being.
He carries Taemin into the bathroom and tenderly washes him clean, drying him as well then also making a much rougher wash of himself before tossing off most of the sweat drenched and tumbled sheets to wrap them both in a soft quilt.
Taemin stirs irritably, making an attempt here and there to clean his own body, to tend to himself. Wordlessly grumbling when Jinki pays no attention to these efforts. Once they are in bed again though, Taemin's eyes flick up for a moment and he stares hard if drowsily into Jinki's eyes, now returned to their lovely deep brown.
"Mine," he announces in a voice roughened with all they've done tonight.
Jinki can't help but chuckle. "Unto death," he agrees and tucks Taemin's head under his own chin, holding him close.