Bleh...
Sorry my lj the last couple days has been nothing but... well nothing... except me whinging. It's been like that in my life the last few days.
I am so tired right now. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to be tired. I want to write. I have a humongous deadline over me now AND I have eleventy things I want to write. But no, I am tired. And I stare at my open notetab lite page and nothing comes out of my fingers except random bits... like this...
"What do you want?" Jinki asks softly. He's been pretending to be asleep for the last half hour. It was long enough for the photographer to finish up for now and for Key to pick up and tip toe out to do some shopping and wandering around. He doesn't open his eyes yet, but he can picture Taemin just as clearly with them closed.
Taemin's growing into his limbs a bit now, slender and taut and growing more muscular all the time without marring the lissome beauty of his body. The blue denim shirt Taemin is wearing seems to mold to his upper body and somehow the color brings out the current blonde hue of Taemin's hair and the contrasting darkness of his eyes rimmed with dark lashes as lush as any girl's But Taemin's nose and the line of his jaw and the jut of his adamn's apple keep his prettiness from leaning too far over into girlishness.
Taemin shifts from his perch on the back of the cream colored sofa that Jinki is lying on, easing down on to the seat and then from there on to the floor. He pauses, elbows on the cushion beside Jinki's hips and eyes studying every line of Jinki's face. There's a little fear shoved way back to the back of his mind, but most of that is overwhelmed by the love that glows in his heart when he looks at Jinki's handsome face.
Taemin squirms a little, not so much in discomfort as in a surge of heat through his blood stream. He bites at his lower lip and reaches out, tracing one slim fingertip over the plush and sensual line of Jinki's mouth. For some reason, it strikes Taemin now that Jinki's mouth really tells a lot of Jinki's secrets...maybe that's why he smiles so much, because it keeps others from reading the perfection of this pouty line when Jinki's lips are still.
"It seems like centuries since we..." Taemin begins slowly, catching his breath on a soft gasp when Jinki grasps at his wrist and holds it firmly. It doesn't hurt but Taemin is very sure that he isn't moving without Jinki's permission either. His lips part over a little moan and Taemin shifts on his knees.
"Poor boy," Jinki purrs softly, and his voice has gone low and a little rough in his chest. He can see the desire blooming in Taemin's eyes, the slight flush on his cheeks. Knowing that Taemin wants so much has a heady and powerful affect on Jinki.
"You said you wanted to try something different, Taemin," Jinki insists after a long moment of simply breathing the same air as his lover. "Tell me what you want." He rubs his thumb over the inside of Taemin's wrist, watching him keenly for every nuance of his expression and behavior.
Taemin flushes more deeply and tries to look away from Jinki, swallowing hard. He's not sure he can voice the thoughts skittering around in his head, not even to Jinki. But oh God, suddenly the ideas are that much hotter with Jinki staring at him like that.
"Tick tock," Jinki says softly, sitting up on the couch and rearranging so that his legs and feet are on either side of Taemin's slim hips and knees where he kneels on the thick carpet. "We only have so much time before Key comes back and I'm pretty sure you don't want him to see you tied up and begging me to do something before you die of frustration," he teases, a flicker of something hot and restless showing in his gaze.
"Oh God," Taemin moans softly, closing his eyes for a moment. Suddenly a bright white image flares in his mind, the idea of being tied to the bed, a big damn vibrator working inside him while Jinki lazily spanks him, leaving hot hand marks on his ass until he begs to be used makes his whole body shudder. God, if Kibum saw that... he might die of the state of shamed helpless need he would feel...pleading for Jinki to just fuck his brains out. Audience or no audience.
ETA: omg, noooooo. Supposedly SHINee is getting a new dorm and Jonghyun and Taemin are gonna try rooming together. *throws things* No, no no, Jonghyun get out and quit messing up my OnTae OTP. *sniffles*
I am so tired right now. I don't want to sleep. I don't want to be tired. I want to write. I have a humongous deadline over me now AND I have eleventy things I want to write. But no, I am tired. And I stare at my open notetab lite page and nothing comes out of my fingers except random bits... like this...
"What do you want?" Jinki asks softly. He's been pretending to be asleep for the last half hour. It was long enough for the photographer to finish up for now and for Key to pick up and tip toe out to do some shopping and wandering around. He doesn't open his eyes yet, but he can picture Taemin just as clearly with them closed.
Taemin's growing into his limbs a bit now, slender and taut and growing more muscular all the time without marring the lissome beauty of his body. The blue denim shirt Taemin is wearing seems to mold to his upper body and somehow the color brings out the current blonde hue of Taemin's hair and the contrasting darkness of his eyes rimmed with dark lashes as lush as any girl's But Taemin's nose and the line of his jaw and the jut of his adamn's apple keep his prettiness from leaning too far over into girlishness.
Taemin shifts from his perch on the back of the cream colored sofa that Jinki is lying on, easing down on to the seat and then from there on to the floor. He pauses, elbows on the cushion beside Jinki's hips and eyes studying every line of Jinki's face. There's a little fear shoved way back to the back of his mind, but most of that is overwhelmed by the love that glows in his heart when he looks at Jinki's handsome face.
Taemin squirms a little, not so much in discomfort as in a surge of heat through his blood stream. He bites at his lower lip and reaches out, tracing one slim fingertip over the plush and sensual line of Jinki's mouth. For some reason, it strikes Taemin now that Jinki's mouth really tells a lot of Jinki's secrets...maybe that's why he smiles so much, because it keeps others from reading the perfection of this pouty line when Jinki's lips are still.
"It seems like centuries since we..." Taemin begins slowly, catching his breath on a soft gasp when Jinki grasps at his wrist and holds it firmly. It doesn't hurt but Taemin is very sure that he isn't moving without Jinki's permission either. His lips part over a little moan and Taemin shifts on his knees.
"Poor boy," Jinki purrs softly, and his voice has gone low and a little rough in his chest. He can see the desire blooming in Taemin's eyes, the slight flush on his cheeks. Knowing that Taemin wants so much has a heady and powerful affect on Jinki.
"You said you wanted to try something different, Taemin," Jinki insists after a long moment of simply breathing the same air as his lover. "Tell me what you want." He rubs his thumb over the inside of Taemin's wrist, watching him keenly for every nuance of his expression and behavior.
Taemin flushes more deeply and tries to look away from Jinki, swallowing hard. He's not sure he can voice the thoughts skittering around in his head, not even to Jinki. But oh God, suddenly the ideas are that much hotter with Jinki staring at him like that.
"Tick tock," Jinki says softly, sitting up on the couch and rearranging so that his legs and feet are on either side of Taemin's slim hips and knees where he kneels on the thick carpet. "We only have so much time before Key comes back and I'm pretty sure you don't want him to see you tied up and begging me to do something before you die of frustration," he teases, a flicker of something hot and restless showing in his gaze.
"Oh God," Taemin moans softly, closing his eyes for a moment. Suddenly a bright white image flares in his mind, the idea of being tied to the bed, a big damn vibrator working inside him while Jinki lazily spanks him, leaving hot hand marks on his ass until he begs to be used makes his whole body shudder. God, if Kibum saw that... he might die of the state of shamed helpless need he would feel...pleading for Jinki to just fuck his brains out. Audience or no audience.
ETA: omg, noooooo. Supposedly SHINee is getting a new dorm and Jonghyun and Taemin are gonna try rooming together. *throws things* No, no no, Jonghyun get out and quit messing up my OnTae OTP. *sniffles*