I Call The Shots - chapter 2
Title: I Call The Shots - Chapter 2
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 5865
Genre: Romantic Smut/M/s
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the Night of the Whip, things are strained between Taemin and Jinki.(Established Relationship)
A/N Because I didn't want to sound like an even bigger pervette than I actually am, I have aged Taemin up in this fic so that he's a legal adult in my country aka the USA. Which is 18. In
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Dom/sub - sort of...grinding, sexiness..power exchange
Other note: I'm kinda depressed and hugely self critical right now so I hope you all enjoy this, eep.
Taemin is losing his mind. It's not just a fear or a delusion; it's seriously happening.
And it's all Jinki's fault.
Ever since that one night which he thinks of in his own mind as "the night of the whip", things have been very, very strange between himself and Jinki. He can see why his boyfriend might be a little embarrassed because what happened between them that night was so intense and sexual and deep and...Taemin has to stop himself from remembering at that point because otherwise he'll get such a hard on that he won't be able to breathe. And Jinki doesn't seem inclined to take care of such things the last several long days.
In fact, it's as though Jinki's afraid to touch him or even be too close to him. Taemin shuts his eyes tightly, resisting the notion that Jinki's about to break up with him over what happened that night.
...
Jinki wants to scream and kick things, throw things. His heart is breaking into a thousand pieces and he has no one at all to blame but himself for what's happening. He can see that Taemin gets flushed and seems to almost quiver every time they are anywhere close to each other and it's killing him. He obviously had it all wrong about he and Taemin, despite everything. Otherwise, his boyfriend wouldn't be flinching away from him as if Jinki has the plague - or possibly just a bad case of perversion.
And meanwhile, Jinki can't stop fantasizing...so maybe he is a bit sick. He's losing the one person he loves most in the world and yet he'd love to tie that person up and watch him shake with desire.
...
Key can see that something is going on. Ever since the other night when Jinki was on the brink of losing his temper and then he and Taemin disappeared for the rest of the night...things have been strange between Jinki and Taemin. As far as Key is concerned, those two are MEANT for each other in every sense of the word. It hurts him badly to see them like this and he decides he has to put a stop to it, somehow.
His opportunity comes a few days later at the end of what seems like an endless rehearsal session in preparation for a performance that their managers evidently think is the end all and be all of their careers. Everyone is tired and stressed and to top it off, Jjong is in the hospital. On the one hand, Jjong can be abrasive and that might be good...but on the other hand...Jjong is family and therefore, all of them can't help but worry.
By now it's easy to tell when Jinki's getting to the end of his rope. Their leader doesn't like to lose his temper; partly because no one has a sharper tongue than Jinki when he's truly angry. Key grins a little to himself. They are all standing in the kitchen, and Taemin has the refrigerator propped open as if looking for something. Key secretly thinks the younger is just enjoying the cool air from the appliance. This is his chance.
"Taemin, for the love of little alien monsters, close the fridge. You're letting all the cold air out. Do whatever you're doing and then shut it, okay?" Key makes certain to use the particular tone of voice that he knows annoys the hell out of Taemin. He takes a quick peek at Jinki to see that the elder has stiffened just a little and is doing his best not to glare at Key. Posessive much? Key thinks with an inward smirk.
True to form, Taemin shuts the fridge door with more force than necessary and turns on his heel. "I couldn't decide, excuuuuuse me," he growls crankily, making Key think that really the youngest needs a nap...but not before a really good fuck.
Key might think of himself as Taemin's surrogate Umma but he still knows when someone's got a serious case of the hots. Whatever is going on between the eldest and youngest, it isn't sex right now. For those two, that's not a good thing.
"Oh grow up!" Key snaps back at Taemin and has to seriously restrain himself from giggling out right and ruining everything. He almost doesn't even have to look around at Jinki to know that their leader is practically vibrating with irritation and possessive impulses.
"I love you, you beautiful thing, but you're being a baby," Key says more gently, reaching out to pet a strand of Taemin's messy hair back from his face.
"Don't touch him," Jinki snarls in a deep voice from behind Key and the almighty Key wants to crow with triumph. Instead he just looks around with extreme casualness and raises his eyebrows.
"What crawled up your butt and died?" Key asks, knowingly adding fuel to the fire, he hopes.
Jinki can't stand it. Every instinct in his mind and body is screaming at him. Taemin is HIS, HIS to correct, HIS to pet, and most definitely HIS to call beautiful. His fists ball up as he faces Key and he takes a few deep breaths before he can speak.
"Taemin. Don't touch him," Jinki repeats carefully. Almost in the same moment, he jerks his chin at Taemin who is standing there with a stunned expression.
"I need to talk to you, now."
Taemin blinks and blinks again, in sheer fascinated surprise. From the glimpse of the smug sparkle in Key's eyes, Taemin is pretty sure that the resident Diva engineered the way Jinki is acting in some way, shape or form. He's not sure how though, because he's tried everything short of outright pleading and this is the first time in what seems like forever that the older man has even looked at him properly.
He opens his mouth to say something, but he's not sure what. It doesn't really matter though because Jinki doesn't stay to listen.
Jinki turns and stalks down the hall to his and Taemin's bedroom, leaving the door open and plopping down in the chair beside the desk. He's up again a moment later and pacing. He pauses only to shrug out of the sweater he's wearing over a simple semi-sheer black shirt and dumps the sweater on the nearest available surface. Something has to change, now, this minute.
He looks up when Taemin walks into their shared bedroom and Jinki's heart lurches painfully in his chest. Taemin looks uncertain, angry, frustrated and even frightened - but even so he's so beautiful that Jinki feels as if touching Taemin is a necessity of his continued existence. Sighing, Jinki brushes by Taemin and pushes the door closed and locks it.
Taemin watches his boyfriend from under his long lashes...uncertain how to respond or what to do about the situation they seem to be in. Something in him keeps driving him to want to cling to Jinki tighter than ever before, give him anything the elder might need or want from him. The problem is...Jinki doesn't seem to want anything at all.
"Are you mad at me?" Taemin asks in the silence, backing up a few paces from Jinki before he can do something stupid like wrap himself around Jinki's strong solid body and kiss him everywhere he can reach. Taemin shoves his hands in his pockets, his palms and fingers almost itching for the feel of Jinki's skin and warmth.
Jinki is pacing again but Taemin's question makes him swing around in surprise. "Mad at you?" he repeats, taking note that Taemin seems to be trying to keep his distance from him even now. "Of course I'm not mad at you. I just...I know I ..." he trails off because really what can he say? I know I ordered you around and did obscene things to you with a leather whip but please love me anyway? Right. That should work.
Pushing both hands through his hair and gathering it up into a mess on the back of his head in a mixture of frustration and puzzlement, Taemin stares at Jinki for a long moment. "Then what is your problem then," he demands in rising tones that would make Jjong proud. "You won't even look at me, and heaven forbid there should be actual contact when we sleep!"
Now that Jinki's said he's not angry, Taemin is completely flummoxed, and starting to get angry himself. The one thing he hates more than almost anything else is to be shut out, pushed aside, ignored. Jinki's done a really good job of doing all three lately. He drops his hands and gives Jinki an expectant and somewhat challenging stare.
Pausing in his constant pacing, Jinki leans back into the closet door and rubs at his temples. "You were flinching away from me...practically trembling. I'm sorry I scared you." His voice is low and soft and his skin stains with a deep flush. Jinki keeps his eyes pinned to the wooden floorboards. "I wanted to give you some space. I thought...maybe you'd forgive me if..."
Jinki isn't given the chance to finish before Taemin breaks in. "What are you talking about?"
He spins around and stalks closer to Jinki. The younger man is definitely fuming at this point. "I wasn't flinching away, you big sexy idiot...I was just...you make me feel...I can't..."
Taemin sputters to a halt in confusion. He's not sure how to even explain to Jinki how he feels lately. It's such a deep and intense and yet instinctive thing to him. So he does the only logical thing; he grabs Jinki by the front of his shirt and pulls him closer - planting a soft but very hungry kiss on the older's lips.
It's the very last thing Jinki expects Taemin to do. He's bewildered by Taemin's irritation at first but then the sudden denial of what his reactions mean and were...it's a lot to process. Before he can begin to make a good job of that, there's Taemin's lips on his and oh how Jinki has missed the soft sexy press of those lips, coupled with the voluptuous taste and feel when Taemin's tongue tangles with his own. Everything inside him seems to quiver and compress into a hard burn. Before he knows it, Jinki has both arms around Taemin's waist in an iron grip and his thigh in between Taemin's long legs.
Taemin has so many conflicting reactions when Jinki finally, finally responds that for a moment he's almost drowning in the sensations and thoughts and feelings whirling through his mind and body. Jinki seems to have awakened from some kind of dark sleep and all it took was a kiss to jolt him. Those hard arms around him feel so good that Taemin's reaction is violently passionate - pressing himself that much closer into Jinki's hold with a purring gasp. Which means that he makes room for Jinki's muscular thigh and two thirds of Taemin's being just wants to grind himself into oblivion against Jinki before his boyfriend goes back to his previous distance.
The other third, however, can't grasp the sudden change. Which is why five minutes after Taemin started the explosive kiss; he's yanking himself out of it. He stands there, staring into Jinki's eyes while a long hot quiver rolls over his body. Taemin can feel sweat on his back, under his arms from just five minutes of Jinki's mouth and body on his.
"What the fuck is going on with you?" he asks, voice rising in that one sentence. "What did I do?" Taemin doesn't mean to ask the question but it springs off his tongue before he knows it. He steps back a little more and wraps both arms around his middle.
Jinki opens his mouth in instinctive protest when Taemin rips himself out of his arms. It hurts, more than just the ache of passion which is desperate enough. He closes his mouth again, running both hands through his hair, unconsciously tugging on the strands. Confusion and frustration twist through him and he stares at Taemin longingly. Taemin's stepping back from him further hurts even more, especially with the questions ringing in the air between them. Jinki sags a little against the closet door, aching from the sight of Taemin's defensive posture.
"You didn't do anything," Jinki states flatly, wanting to make at least that much clear. "I did it. You just...you were perfect, are perfect." He means it; Taemin is perfect - almost too perfect. Passionate, responsive, loving, giving...Jesus...in a way that's the problem. Something in Jinki keeps wanting to push, wanting to find out just how responsive and giving Taemin is willing to be and that puts thoughts in Jinki's head that he has no business thinking.
"I love you so much, Tae," Jinki says after another moment. He turns around then, facing the closet, cutting himself off from looking at Taemin's hurt expression. Jinki's brow hits the wood and for a second or two, the leader is strongly tempted to try smacking his head against the door.
Taemin needs a few minutes to parse that out and add it to the rest of what Jinki seems to be telling him. "Why did you act like that with Key earlier?" he asks softly. "And tell me what's wrong, please? I love you too and I don't understand what's going on here."
The youngest moves closer to Jinki tentatively, placing one hand on the older man's back. "Please just...talk to me?"
"Taemin..." Jinki wants to answer but he's struggling with having anything close to the right words. "I took advantage of you...the other night. I couldn't...I couldn't help myself. You were just so---you should have seen yourself. It was making me crazy and then when you started yelling...something happened to me. I wanted to...to own you and..." Jinki stops and gives up staring at the door.
"I wanted to own you," he repeats slowly, turning around and meeting Taemin's eyes. "I reached out and I took control of you and you let me. I don't know why. And...I still want to..."
Watching the tension in Jinki's body, hearing it in his voice is not preparation for the dark, hungry look in his eyes. There's something lost about Jinki suddenly and Taemin feels as if a light of understanding is slowly going on in his head. He licks his lips and fills in when Jinki goes quiet again.
"Own me?" He doesn't really need Jinki's answer to understand that it's the truth. He smiles faintly for a moment before the expression fades.
Taemin brushes his hand against Jinki's cheek and shakes his head. "Don't you know you already do? I mean...do you really think I'm not yours anyway?" The younger man's voice is gentle and soft; his skin flushing with the admission. "Who else could I possibly belong to?"
"It's not the same thing," Jinki says immediately but a tiny gleam seems to show in his shadowed eyes. "It's not...giving you orders and tying you up and...making you beg me and...if you knew what goes on inside my head sometimes - " Jinki bites his lip and tears his eyes away from Taemin's face. "I want to do the most...perverse things to you. With you," he whispers finally.
"Jinki...you're completely wrong. For the guy in charge, you sure are messed up," Taemin teases a little, and sighs, pressing in close to hug his boyfriend tightly.
"Wrong? Yes...I guess...what?" Jinki mumbles, only too grateful for the warm press of Taemin's body against his and the long arms wrapping around him. He hugs the other tightly, clinging a little.
"Who says it's not the same thing, huh? Who says? It's us. It's you and me and if you love me and I love you then who else needs to know?" Taemin asks.
It seems to him that Jinki's been stuck in such a guilt and shame spiral that he hasn't been thinking in anything like his usual logical, intelligent manner. It's kind of cute in a backhanded sort of way.
"And by the way, I hate to break this to you, but I really enjoyed the way you got perverse, if that's what you call it. I call it sexy as hell, personally," Taemin adds, tilting his head back to look at Jinki's expression.
Jinki just holds on to Taemin that much harder while his mind races. The most important thing to him, by far, is that he hasn't lost Taemin. Everything else can be dealt with some way or another but the idea that he had killed Taemin's love for him has been destroying Jinki from the inside out. The relief is so strong that everything else fades by comparison.
"I thought ...I thought you were upset...afraid of me. After..." Jinki confesses into the side of Taemin's neck.
"Only afraid of how much I wanted you to do something like that again. The next morning, just thinking about it made me want to cry with wanting more..." Taemin answers immediately, the tone of his voice almost vibrating with remembered passion.
"You were right, I am messed up...for the guy in charge," Jinki says after a long moment. He gently pushes Taemin back a little so he can look into his boyfriend's eyes. "Tell me in words of one syllable please. You wanted me...that way. You trust me, that way?" he asks.
"Yes. and Yes." Taemin can't help but smile brightly, the weight of the world is finally off his shoulders. The last week or so has been nothing more than one giant misunderstanding. He sends up a little prayer that there be no more of those, please and thank you.
"I felt...safe and loved and wanted and," he pauses, dropping his eyes because he can't sustain Jinki's gaze any more.
"I felt very sexy too. Like the most erotic person in the world. Just for you," Taemin says softly, eyes on Jinki's collarbones.
Jinki shivers, goosebumps rising on his hot skin. "You are the most erotic person in the world. Just for me. You make me absolutely crazy with wanting you."
As he speaks, words so clearly spoken that there's no room for doubt, Jinki pulls Taemin with him to their neglected bed. They fall across it together but Jinki quickly rolls over so that he can lay across Taemin's slender frame. In mere moments, Taemin is lying under Jinki's greater weight - gently but firmly pinned with both wrists caught in the older man's hands.
"Jinki," Taemin can't decide whether to purr or moan or some combination of the two. Automatically he arches himself tighter into Jinki's body with a gasp at the sudden crash of fresh stimulation everywhere they touch. He doesn't even begin to think of resisting that hold...everything in him only craves more, more of whatever this is.
Taemin feels like silk and fire beneath him and Jinki closes his eyes for a few moments while he wrestles with the throbbing hunger welling up in him with every second that passes. He moves firmly, shamelessly grinding his hips with Taemin's until they both are panting for breath and Jinki's jeans are a torturous prison.
"You're so tempting," Jinki breathes, sliding his open mouth along the top of Taemin's shoulder where his oversized sweater has fallen aside. "I want to fuck you until you scream." His voice is low, sultry, affectionate in counterpoint to the almost harsh words.
"Jinki," Taemin repeats, his socked feet against the mattress so his bent knees can give him more leverage for his upward rising hips. "Please....yes, fuck me...want you so much," he gasps, twisting a little in Jinki's grip and purring when he finds that he's not escaping any time soon.
"Not yet," Jinki replies. He lifts his upper body braced on his elbows so he can stare down at Taemin's face. "Tell me what you like, Taemin...tell me what you think about when you're all alone." Even though the words are soft and spoken in a voice like velvet, there's no doubt that the request is more than a request.
Taemin shivers as his senses seem to absorb that tone through more than just his ears. He's throbbing with desire, the pulses so hot and heavy that he can't seem to stop squirming against Jinki's heavenly weight. The shape of his boyfriend's gorgeous erection seems perfectly outlined by his tight jeans and Taemin thinks dizzily that he'd willingly sell his soul if Jinki would just take him right now.
"God, Jinki...want you, need you," Taemin breathes on the end of another long slow grind that twists his guts in knots of hunger.
"Tell me, Taemin," Jinki insists. "I want to give you everything you need." His lips coast along the shape of Taemin's ear and then he's biting at the lobe softly. The dominant part of his nature loves the feel of Taemin's body helplessly rocking beneath his own, the way Taemin's voice breaks just so when his teeth press into soft flesh. He kisses Taemin lightly and waits.
Taemin's got that sense of drowning again slowly, of sinking and he wraps his legs around Jinki. "If you must know," he slurs after a moment. "I think I have some kind of fetish about your cock. I love how you ...you...fuck..." A moment later Taemin giggles, realizing what he said. "I love how you look, how you feel, how it seems like if I don't get every fucking inch of you, it's not enough."
Jinki blinks a little at the admission and watches Taemin's face intently. "I've got you, aegi," he says firmly. Something in the lilt of Taemin's speech, in his rapid blinking tells him that Taemin needs reassurance. He grins ever so slightly as the giggling confession continues and drops his head into Taemin's neck for a moment.
He's silent for a few moments more, kissing and nibbling and caressing Taemin without letting up on his grip on the younger man. "What else?" Jinki presses.
"Jiiinkii...," Taemin drags the word out. If his lover would let him, he'd be clinging, clawing, - anything to get Jinki closer against him.
He makes a soft pleading noise, twisting against Jinki's firm grip and then letting his eyes close to savor the way the older man holds him so firmly. The hands on his wrists aren't rough but the grasp seems immovable. The feeling sends a fresh burning jolt through Taemin's body.
"You like this, don't you?" Jinki asks, tightening his hold for a moment or two. He's watching Taemin's face and body and it's not hard to guess that something about being immobilized this way heightens Taemin's excitement.
"Yes,...yes, Jinki...you could tie me like you said. Or cuff me...I don't care...even making me hang on to something...doesn't matter. So hot...it feels so...I feel so helpless, like some kind of pagan offering."
Taemin's muttering his answer in little broken gasps, doing his best to focus enough to make sense. He can tell just by Jinki's insistence on this conversation that the answers are important. It's hard to do though, since all he wants is more friction, more of Jinki against him - inside him, all over him.
Experimentally, Jinki shifts his weight, coming up on his knees for a moment. He places them carefully between Taemin's thighs and coaxes long legs to open wider for him. His own body and muscular thighs keep Taemin from changing position again. Jinki tilts his head, eyes on Taemin's flushed face.
Taemin whines in protest. The loss of Jinki's weight against him, over him, holding him just so is nearly painful. His whole body seems to throb and pulse and he pulls harder against Jinki's hold on him. "Jinki..." he breathes, eyes flicking open to find his boyfriend's smoldering gaze.
In the next moment, Taemin arches his back in a hard curve prompted by the warm firmness of Jinki's body between his legs. He's way beyond hungry now...Taemin's in a place where he needs so badly it's a ferocious thing eating him up inside.
"Taemin," Jinki says quietly letting his tone drop to get Taemin's attention. He can see that his lover's reaching some kind of point of no return. "It excites you, doesn't it? The more I hold you still, the hotter it gets you."
"Please...." Taemin whispers. He'd thrash if Jinki would let him, but he can barely move and worse...he can't get the friction he craves against Jinki's hard body. He's dizzy, so dizzy and he'd do anything Jinki asked him to at this moment, as if he's an empty vessel waiting to be filled.
Jinki leans over Taemin once again, this time keeping his hips and chest out of contact with Taemin's. He can feel Taemin's body heat, see his skin is flushed and his lips are reddened by the press of white teeth. It's such a heart stoppingly sensuous and erotic picture that Jinki can't help but admire it despite Taemin’s growing impatience.
"Please what?" he asks quietly, breath against Taemin's cheek.
There's a hundred answers on Taemin's tongue. His love-addled brain runs through a dozen images, scenarios, fantasies but all of them have one thing, one person in common. He turns his head and kisses Jinki softly, sweetly. The kiss is almost innocent despite the situation, the undercurrents of primal heat and secret needs.
Jinki returns the kiss with the same sudden sweetness that it is given, letting their mouths brush to and fro for several moments while their tongues dip and stroke gently together. He pulls away only when they both need to breathe. Smiling slightly, he pulls back to look at Taemin’s flushed face, lids fluttering over closed eyes.
“Shall I tell you what I like? Aside from the obvious?” he asks. “Tit for tat? Would that make it easier?”
Taemin licks his lips. Focusing on Jinki’s voice is getting harder and he whimpers in a mixture of feverish lust and a flash of submissive fear. “Jinki,” he gasps out, pressing softly against the other’s firm hold and subsiding again as if the warmth of it reassures him.
“Taemin, I’m going to let your hands go. Just for a few minutes. I want you to hold onto the sheets and not let them go until I’m back, understand?” As the instructions are given, Jinki takes one palm in his left hand and kisses it, before planting it among the tangled sheets. He watches Taemin clutch at the soft fabric convulsively and repeats the little ritual with the other hand.
“Don’t leave me,” Taemin pleads, sure that if Jinki goes too far his world will spin out of control.
“Never.”
Jinki sits back on his heels and begins undoing the buttons and zipper on Taemin’s low-slung and tight fitting jeans. Taemin breathes in and purrs a little as though relieved and approving of anything that might mean closer contact. Once the jeans are loosened, Jinki backs up to pull the clinging denim aside and off as well as the clinging cotton beneath the jeans.
“Sexy boy,” Jinki comments with deep burning appreciation as he returns a moment later to crouching over Taemin’s slowly writhing body, between his bent legs. Taemin’s shirt is rucked up under his arms so that most of his long, toned body is revealed to Jinki’s gaze.
“Jinki...” Taemin moans. He’s honestly not sure he can survive Jinki’s slow build up much longer. He can feel himself twitching, seeping with fluid, pulse pounding in his wrists and ankles and his hard length.
Dropping his head, Jinki presses kisses over Taemin’s torso, mouthing at the warm slightly sweat damp flesh and nipping gently with his teeth. He licks and sucks across Taemin’s chest from just below his nipples to his hip bones. Every caress seems to bring a fresh whimper and gasp from Taemin’s parted lips and Jinki feels almost drunk on the sounds coming from his lover, his boy...HIS.
“Shall I make you come now, beautiful?” Jinki asks softly, lowering his still clothed body over Taemin’s at last. “So you can enjoy what I want to say to you next?”
Taemin is still clinging to the sheets for dear life in a white knuckled grip and he’s already so close to orgasmic bliss that the sudden friction of Jinki’s hard body against his own is almost too much for him. Something close to a scream only husked and low and raw comes out of Taemin’s mouth.
“Need you, need you, need you,” he chants roughly, grinding himself frantically into Jinki’s body despite some power of Jinki’s voice holding him off.
“Gonna come all over me, Tae?” Jinki purrs in Taemin’s ear, fingers easing between them to curl around Taemin’s erection.
“God...please, I can’t...” Taemin keens and then Jinki’s whispering in his ear and Taemin sees nothing but white behind his closed eyes because he’s exploding like his life depends on it.
Nothing, Nothing in Jinki’s life is half as satisfying, half as beautiful to him is watching Taemin come apart like this. Halfway through it when Taemin’s cries have died to breathless sobs and his body is trembling, Jinki gathers Taemin in his arms and turns them over. His clothes are half soaked with Taemin’s pleasure and Jinki couldn’t care less...all that matters is Taemin.
“I’ve got you, aegi...I love you so damned much, Taemin, love you baby,” Jinki croons to Taemin, gently coaxing clinging hands to let go of the sheets and cuddling Taemin’s slender body draped over his own with the blankets pulled up haphazardly.
Taemin’s wraps himself into Jinki’s hold, shuddering at the way this...whatever it is they have between them takes him to such intensity of sensation. He kisses Jinki’s cheek, jaw, neck in soft, slightly sloppy drifts of his lips. He can feel that his lover, his Jinki is hard as an iron bar against him but right now Jinki doesn’t seem to be most interested in that fact.
At some point Jinki works himself out of his clothes and pulls Taemin’s shirt over his head before gathering the younger back into his arms with a sigh. They kiss each other softly, sweetly and settle against one another in the gradually dimming light of their room.
“What do you do to me?” Taemin asks softly after a long time of the two of them simply curling into each other as if they are the only two people in the world.
Jinki considers that for a few moments, threading his and Taemin’s fingers together. “Something in me...wants to ...control you. Something in you wants to be controlled,” he says finally. “I noticed it before now, before the...thing with the whip.”
Taemin laughs, sitting up to turn a light on to cast a soft glow over them both. “The thing?” he teases lightly, combing his free hand through his hair.
“Taemin,” Jinki answers, shrugging a little despite the flush rising on his skin. “When I noticed it...I read about it.”
Taemin blinks. “Wait, you can read about this stuff? This is like...people write books on ...on this?!”
“Well, not our this maybe. Just in general,” Jinki answers, tilting his head and smiling at Taemin’s expression which perfectly mingles something like outrage with embarrassment.
“So why were you so confused then, if you were so educated and all,” Taemin demands next, lying back close to Jinki with a sigh and cuddling close.
“Because for one thing, you didn’t know what you were doing. I didn’t know how to bring it up. And, what we did...that wasn’t exactly beginner kind of stuff.” Jinki answers, almost automatically gathering Taemin in against him with his arm draping the other man’s slim waist. Possessive doesn’t even begin to really describe how he feels about Taemin.
There is silence for a few moments before Taemin speaks again, slowly. “So, you never finished telling me what you want.” He tries to sound casual about it but in truth, Taemin’s marveling a bit on Jinki’s ability to seemingly sublimate his desire even temporarily.
“First...I want you to think of a word. One that wouldn’t just come up. It’s to be used as a safeword. It’s a way for you to tell me that things are getting too much for you ...without you having to do a lot of talking or explaining. You just say this one word and that’s it...It’s over...for that time at least.” Jinki frowns, wondering if he should dig out the book from its hiding place under piles of things in the closet to make the idea clearer to Taemin.
“Just for right then though, right? Not, over forever,” Taemin asks, giving Jinki a solemn glance.
“Usually, yes,” Jinki answers, tilting his head to watch Taemin’s face carefully.
Taemin shrugs a little and smiles. “Makes sense to me. I can hardly talk around you sometimes as it is, even when you’re not going all …” he grins wickedly, “sex God on me.”
Rolling his eyes, Jinki pulls Taemin to him and kisses his shoulder. “Don’t say that too loud, Key will laugh himself into hysterics if he hears you,” he jokes, pouting slightly for effect.
“Just because you get clumsy a little sometimes...” Taemin grumbles, hugging Jinki tightly.
“The fans call it a Condition, Tae, that’s not a little clumsy,” Jinki retorts.
“Tell me some more about what you want to do to me,” Taemin asks instead, one hand sliding down to give Jinki’s neglected erection some attention.
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 5865
Genre: Romantic Smut/M/s
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the Night of the Whip, things are strained between Taemin and Jinki.(Established Relationship)
A/N Because I didn't want to sound like an even bigger pervette than I actually am, I have aged Taemin up in this fic so that he's a legal adult in my country aka the USA. Which is 18. In
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Dom/sub - sort of...grinding, sexiness..power exchange
Other note: I'm kinda depressed and hugely self critical right now so I hope you all enjoy this, eep.
Taemin is losing his mind. It's not just a fear or a delusion; it's seriously happening.
And it's all Jinki's fault.
Ever since that one night which he thinks of in his own mind as "the night of the whip", things have been very, very strange between himself and Jinki. He can see why his boyfriend might be a little embarrassed because what happened between them that night was so intense and sexual and deep and...Taemin has to stop himself from remembering at that point because otherwise he'll get such a hard on that he won't be able to breathe. And Jinki doesn't seem inclined to take care of such things the last several long days.
In fact, it's as though Jinki's afraid to touch him or even be too close to him. Taemin shuts his eyes tightly, resisting the notion that Jinki's about to break up with him over what happened that night.
...
Jinki wants to scream and kick things, throw things. His heart is breaking into a thousand pieces and he has no one at all to blame but himself for what's happening. He can see that Taemin gets flushed and seems to almost quiver every time they are anywhere close to each other and it's killing him. He obviously had it all wrong about he and Taemin, despite everything. Otherwise, his boyfriend wouldn't be flinching away from him as if Jinki has the plague - or possibly just a bad case of perversion.
And meanwhile, Jinki can't stop fantasizing...so maybe he is a bit sick. He's losing the one person he loves most in the world and yet he'd love to tie that person up and watch him shake with desire.
...
Key can see that something is going on. Ever since the other night when Jinki was on the brink of losing his temper and then he and Taemin disappeared for the rest of the night...things have been strange between Jinki and Taemin. As far as Key is concerned, those two are MEANT for each other in every sense of the word. It hurts him badly to see them like this and he decides he has to put a stop to it, somehow.
His opportunity comes a few days later at the end of what seems like an endless rehearsal session in preparation for a performance that their managers evidently think is the end all and be all of their careers. Everyone is tired and stressed and to top it off, Jjong is in the hospital. On the one hand, Jjong can be abrasive and that might be good...but on the other hand...Jjong is family and therefore, all of them can't help but worry.
By now it's easy to tell when Jinki's getting to the end of his rope. Their leader doesn't like to lose his temper; partly because no one has a sharper tongue than Jinki when he's truly angry. Key grins a little to himself. They are all standing in the kitchen, and Taemin has the refrigerator propped open as if looking for something. Key secretly thinks the younger is just enjoying the cool air from the appliance. This is his chance.
"Taemin, for the love of little alien monsters, close the fridge. You're letting all the cold air out. Do whatever you're doing and then shut it, okay?" Key makes certain to use the particular tone of voice that he knows annoys the hell out of Taemin. He takes a quick peek at Jinki to see that the elder has stiffened just a little and is doing his best not to glare at Key. Posessive much? Key thinks with an inward smirk.
True to form, Taemin shuts the fridge door with more force than necessary and turns on his heel. "I couldn't decide, excuuuuuse me," he growls crankily, making Key think that really the youngest needs a nap...but not before a really good fuck.
Key might think of himself as Taemin's surrogate Umma but he still knows when someone's got a serious case of the hots. Whatever is going on between the eldest and youngest, it isn't sex right now. For those two, that's not a good thing.
"Oh grow up!" Key snaps back at Taemin and has to seriously restrain himself from giggling out right and ruining everything. He almost doesn't even have to look around at Jinki to know that their leader is practically vibrating with irritation and possessive impulses.
"I love you, you beautiful thing, but you're being a baby," Key says more gently, reaching out to pet a strand of Taemin's messy hair back from his face.
"Don't touch him," Jinki snarls in a deep voice from behind Key and the almighty Key wants to crow with triumph. Instead he just looks around with extreme casualness and raises his eyebrows.
"What crawled up your butt and died?" Key asks, knowingly adding fuel to the fire, he hopes.
Jinki can't stand it. Every instinct in his mind and body is screaming at him. Taemin is HIS, HIS to correct, HIS to pet, and most definitely HIS to call beautiful. His fists ball up as he faces Key and he takes a few deep breaths before he can speak.
"Taemin. Don't touch him," Jinki repeats carefully. Almost in the same moment, he jerks his chin at Taemin who is standing there with a stunned expression.
"I need to talk to you, now."
Taemin blinks and blinks again, in sheer fascinated surprise. From the glimpse of the smug sparkle in Key's eyes, Taemin is pretty sure that the resident Diva engineered the way Jinki is acting in some way, shape or form. He's not sure how though, because he's tried everything short of outright pleading and this is the first time in what seems like forever that the older man has even looked at him properly.
He opens his mouth to say something, but he's not sure what. It doesn't really matter though because Jinki doesn't stay to listen.
Jinki turns and stalks down the hall to his and Taemin's bedroom, leaving the door open and plopping down in the chair beside the desk. He's up again a moment later and pacing. He pauses only to shrug out of the sweater he's wearing over a simple semi-sheer black shirt and dumps the sweater on the nearest available surface. Something has to change, now, this minute.
He looks up when Taemin walks into their shared bedroom and Jinki's heart lurches painfully in his chest. Taemin looks uncertain, angry, frustrated and even frightened - but even so he's so beautiful that Jinki feels as if touching Taemin is a necessity of his continued existence. Sighing, Jinki brushes by Taemin and pushes the door closed and locks it.
Taemin watches his boyfriend from under his long lashes...uncertain how to respond or what to do about the situation they seem to be in. Something in him keeps driving him to want to cling to Jinki tighter than ever before, give him anything the elder might need or want from him. The problem is...Jinki doesn't seem to want anything at all.
"Are you mad at me?" Taemin asks in the silence, backing up a few paces from Jinki before he can do something stupid like wrap himself around Jinki's strong solid body and kiss him everywhere he can reach. Taemin shoves his hands in his pockets, his palms and fingers almost itching for the feel of Jinki's skin and warmth.
Jinki is pacing again but Taemin's question makes him swing around in surprise. "Mad at you?" he repeats, taking note that Taemin seems to be trying to keep his distance from him even now. "Of course I'm not mad at you. I just...I know I ..." he trails off because really what can he say? I know I ordered you around and did obscene things to you with a leather whip but please love me anyway? Right. That should work.
Pushing both hands through his hair and gathering it up into a mess on the back of his head in a mixture of frustration and puzzlement, Taemin stares at Jinki for a long moment. "Then what is your problem then," he demands in rising tones that would make Jjong proud. "You won't even look at me, and heaven forbid there should be actual contact when we sleep!"
Now that Jinki's said he's not angry, Taemin is completely flummoxed, and starting to get angry himself. The one thing he hates more than almost anything else is to be shut out, pushed aside, ignored. Jinki's done a really good job of doing all three lately. He drops his hands and gives Jinki an expectant and somewhat challenging stare.
Pausing in his constant pacing, Jinki leans back into the closet door and rubs at his temples. "You were flinching away from me...practically trembling. I'm sorry I scared you." His voice is low and soft and his skin stains with a deep flush. Jinki keeps his eyes pinned to the wooden floorboards. "I wanted to give you some space. I thought...maybe you'd forgive me if..."
Jinki isn't given the chance to finish before Taemin breaks in. "What are you talking about?"
He spins around and stalks closer to Jinki. The younger man is definitely fuming at this point. "I wasn't flinching away, you big sexy idiot...I was just...you make me feel...I can't..."
Taemin sputters to a halt in confusion. He's not sure how to even explain to Jinki how he feels lately. It's such a deep and intense and yet instinctive thing to him. So he does the only logical thing; he grabs Jinki by the front of his shirt and pulls him closer - planting a soft but very hungry kiss on the older's lips.
It's the very last thing Jinki expects Taemin to do. He's bewildered by Taemin's irritation at first but then the sudden denial of what his reactions mean and were...it's a lot to process. Before he can begin to make a good job of that, there's Taemin's lips on his and oh how Jinki has missed the soft sexy press of those lips, coupled with the voluptuous taste and feel when Taemin's tongue tangles with his own. Everything inside him seems to quiver and compress into a hard burn. Before he knows it, Jinki has both arms around Taemin's waist in an iron grip and his thigh in between Taemin's long legs.
Taemin has so many conflicting reactions when Jinki finally, finally responds that for a moment he's almost drowning in the sensations and thoughts and feelings whirling through his mind and body. Jinki seems to have awakened from some kind of dark sleep and all it took was a kiss to jolt him. Those hard arms around him feel so good that Taemin's reaction is violently passionate - pressing himself that much closer into Jinki's hold with a purring gasp. Which means that he makes room for Jinki's muscular thigh and two thirds of Taemin's being just wants to grind himself into oblivion against Jinki before his boyfriend goes back to his previous distance.
The other third, however, can't grasp the sudden change. Which is why five minutes after Taemin started the explosive kiss; he's yanking himself out of it. He stands there, staring into Jinki's eyes while a long hot quiver rolls over his body. Taemin can feel sweat on his back, under his arms from just five minutes of Jinki's mouth and body on his.
"What the fuck is going on with you?" he asks, voice rising in that one sentence. "What did I do?" Taemin doesn't mean to ask the question but it springs off his tongue before he knows it. He steps back a little more and wraps both arms around his middle.
Jinki opens his mouth in instinctive protest when Taemin rips himself out of his arms. It hurts, more than just the ache of passion which is desperate enough. He closes his mouth again, running both hands through his hair, unconsciously tugging on the strands. Confusion and frustration twist through him and he stares at Taemin longingly. Taemin's stepping back from him further hurts even more, especially with the questions ringing in the air between them. Jinki sags a little against the closet door, aching from the sight of Taemin's defensive posture.
"You didn't do anything," Jinki states flatly, wanting to make at least that much clear. "I did it. You just...you were perfect, are perfect." He means it; Taemin is perfect - almost too perfect. Passionate, responsive, loving, giving...Jesus...in a way that's the problem. Something in Jinki keeps wanting to push, wanting to find out just how responsive and giving Taemin is willing to be and that puts thoughts in Jinki's head that he has no business thinking.
"I love you so much, Tae," Jinki says after another moment. He turns around then, facing the closet, cutting himself off from looking at Taemin's hurt expression. Jinki's brow hits the wood and for a second or two, the leader is strongly tempted to try smacking his head against the door.
Taemin needs a few minutes to parse that out and add it to the rest of what Jinki seems to be telling him. "Why did you act like that with Key earlier?" he asks softly. "And tell me what's wrong, please? I love you too and I don't understand what's going on here."
The youngest moves closer to Jinki tentatively, placing one hand on the older man's back. "Please just...talk to me?"
"Taemin..." Jinki wants to answer but he's struggling with having anything close to the right words. "I took advantage of you...the other night. I couldn't...I couldn't help myself. You were just so---you should have seen yourself. It was making me crazy and then when you started yelling...something happened to me. I wanted to...to own you and..." Jinki stops and gives up staring at the door.
"I wanted to own you," he repeats slowly, turning around and meeting Taemin's eyes. "I reached out and I took control of you and you let me. I don't know why. And...I still want to..."
Watching the tension in Jinki's body, hearing it in his voice is not preparation for the dark, hungry look in his eyes. There's something lost about Jinki suddenly and Taemin feels as if a light of understanding is slowly going on in his head. He licks his lips and fills in when Jinki goes quiet again.
"Own me?" He doesn't really need Jinki's answer to understand that it's the truth. He smiles faintly for a moment before the expression fades.
Taemin brushes his hand against Jinki's cheek and shakes his head. "Don't you know you already do? I mean...do you really think I'm not yours anyway?" The younger man's voice is gentle and soft; his skin flushing with the admission. "Who else could I possibly belong to?"
"It's not the same thing," Jinki says immediately but a tiny gleam seems to show in his shadowed eyes. "It's not...giving you orders and tying you up and...making you beg me and...if you knew what goes on inside my head sometimes - " Jinki bites his lip and tears his eyes away from Taemin's face. "I want to do the most...perverse things to you. With you," he whispers finally.
"Jinki...you're completely wrong. For the guy in charge, you sure are messed up," Taemin teases a little, and sighs, pressing in close to hug his boyfriend tightly.
"Wrong? Yes...I guess...what?" Jinki mumbles, only too grateful for the warm press of Taemin's body against his and the long arms wrapping around him. He hugs the other tightly, clinging a little.
"Who says it's not the same thing, huh? Who says? It's us. It's you and me and if you love me and I love you then who else needs to know?" Taemin asks.
It seems to him that Jinki's been stuck in such a guilt and shame spiral that he hasn't been thinking in anything like his usual logical, intelligent manner. It's kind of cute in a backhanded sort of way.
"And by the way, I hate to break this to you, but I really enjoyed the way you got perverse, if that's what you call it. I call it sexy as hell, personally," Taemin adds, tilting his head back to look at Jinki's expression.
Jinki just holds on to Taemin that much harder while his mind races. The most important thing to him, by far, is that he hasn't lost Taemin. Everything else can be dealt with some way or another but the idea that he had killed Taemin's love for him has been destroying Jinki from the inside out. The relief is so strong that everything else fades by comparison.
"I thought ...I thought you were upset...afraid of me. After..." Jinki confesses into the side of Taemin's neck.
"Only afraid of how much I wanted you to do something like that again. The next morning, just thinking about it made me want to cry with wanting more..." Taemin answers immediately, the tone of his voice almost vibrating with remembered passion.
"You were right, I am messed up...for the guy in charge," Jinki says after a long moment. He gently pushes Taemin back a little so he can look into his boyfriend's eyes. "Tell me in words of one syllable please. You wanted me...that way. You trust me, that way?" he asks.
"Yes. and Yes." Taemin can't help but smile brightly, the weight of the world is finally off his shoulders. The last week or so has been nothing more than one giant misunderstanding. He sends up a little prayer that there be no more of those, please and thank you.
"I felt...safe and loved and wanted and," he pauses, dropping his eyes because he can't sustain Jinki's gaze any more.
"I felt very sexy too. Like the most erotic person in the world. Just for you," Taemin says softly, eyes on Jinki's collarbones.
Jinki shivers, goosebumps rising on his hot skin. "You are the most erotic person in the world. Just for me. You make me absolutely crazy with wanting you."
As he speaks, words so clearly spoken that there's no room for doubt, Jinki pulls Taemin with him to their neglected bed. They fall across it together but Jinki quickly rolls over so that he can lay across Taemin's slender frame. In mere moments, Taemin is lying under Jinki's greater weight - gently but firmly pinned with both wrists caught in the older man's hands.
"Jinki," Taemin can't decide whether to purr or moan or some combination of the two. Automatically he arches himself tighter into Jinki's body with a gasp at the sudden crash of fresh stimulation everywhere they touch. He doesn't even begin to think of resisting that hold...everything in him only craves more, more of whatever this is.
Taemin feels like silk and fire beneath him and Jinki closes his eyes for a few moments while he wrestles with the throbbing hunger welling up in him with every second that passes. He moves firmly, shamelessly grinding his hips with Taemin's until they both are panting for breath and Jinki's jeans are a torturous prison.
"You're so tempting," Jinki breathes, sliding his open mouth along the top of Taemin's shoulder where his oversized sweater has fallen aside. "I want to fuck you until you scream." His voice is low, sultry, affectionate in counterpoint to the almost harsh words.
"Jinki," Taemin repeats, his socked feet against the mattress so his bent knees can give him more leverage for his upward rising hips. "Please....yes, fuck me...want you so much," he gasps, twisting a little in Jinki's grip and purring when he finds that he's not escaping any time soon.
"Not yet," Jinki replies. He lifts his upper body braced on his elbows so he can stare down at Taemin's face. "Tell me what you like, Taemin...tell me what you think about when you're all alone." Even though the words are soft and spoken in a voice like velvet, there's no doubt that the request is more than a request.
Taemin shivers as his senses seem to absorb that tone through more than just his ears. He's throbbing with desire, the pulses so hot and heavy that he can't seem to stop squirming against Jinki's heavenly weight. The shape of his boyfriend's gorgeous erection seems perfectly outlined by his tight jeans and Taemin thinks dizzily that he'd willingly sell his soul if Jinki would just take him right now.
"God, Jinki...want you, need you," Taemin breathes on the end of another long slow grind that twists his guts in knots of hunger.
"Tell me, Taemin," Jinki insists. "I want to give you everything you need." His lips coast along the shape of Taemin's ear and then he's biting at the lobe softly. The dominant part of his nature loves the feel of Taemin's body helplessly rocking beneath his own, the way Taemin's voice breaks just so when his teeth press into soft flesh. He kisses Taemin lightly and waits.
Taemin's got that sense of drowning again slowly, of sinking and he wraps his legs around Jinki. "If you must know," he slurs after a moment. "I think I have some kind of fetish about your cock. I love how you ...you...fuck..." A moment later Taemin giggles, realizing what he said. "I love how you look, how you feel, how it seems like if I don't get every fucking inch of you, it's not enough."
Jinki blinks a little at the admission and watches Taemin's face intently. "I've got you, aegi," he says firmly. Something in the lilt of Taemin's speech, in his rapid blinking tells him that Taemin needs reassurance. He grins ever so slightly as the giggling confession continues and drops his head into Taemin's neck for a moment.
He's silent for a few moments more, kissing and nibbling and caressing Taemin without letting up on his grip on the younger man. "What else?" Jinki presses.
"Jiiinkii...," Taemin drags the word out. If his lover would let him, he'd be clinging, clawing, - anything to get Jinki closer against him.
He makes a soft pleading noise, twisting against Jinki's firm grip and then letting his eyes close to savor the way the older man holds him so firmly. The hands on his wrists aren't rough but the grasp seems immovable. The feeling sends a fresh burning jolt through Taemin's body.
"You like this, don't you?" Jinki asks, tightening his hold for a moment or two. He's watching Taemin's face and body and it's not hard to guess that something about being immobilized this way heightens Taemin's excitement.
"Yes,...yes, Jinki...you could tie me like you said. Or cuff me...I don't care...even making me hang on to something...doesn't matter. So hot...it feels so...I feel so helpless, like some kind of pagan offering."
Taemin's muttering his answer in little broken gasps, doing his best to focus enough to make sense. He can tell just by Jinki's insistence on this conversation that the answers are important. It's hard to do though, since all he wants is more friction, more of Jinki against him - inside him, all over him.
Experimentally, Jinki shifts his weight, coming up on his knees for a moment. He places them carefully between Taemin's thighs and coaxes long legs to open wider for him. His own body and muscular thighs keep Taemin from changing position again. Jinki tilts his head, eyes on Taemin's flushed face.
Taemin whines in protest. The loss of Jinki's weight against him, over him, holding him just so is nearly painful. His whole body seems to throb and pulse and he pulls harder against Jinki's hold on him. "Jinki..." he breathes, eyes flicking open to find his boyfriend's smoldering gaze.
In the next moment, Taemin arches his back in a hard curve prompted by the warm firmness of Jinki's body between his legs. He's way beyond hungry now...Taemin's in a place where he needs so badly it's a ferocious thing eating him up inside.
"Taemin," Jinki says quietly letting his tone drop to get Taemin's attention. He can see that his lover's reaching some kind of point of no return. "It excites you, doesn't it? The more I hold you still, the hotter it gets you."
"Please...." Taemin whispers. He'd thrash if Jinki would let him, but he can barely move and worse...he can't get the friction he craves against Jinki's hard body. He's dizzy, so dizzy and he'd do anything Jinki asked him to at this moment, as if he's an empty vessel waiting to be filled.
Jinki leans over Taemin once again, this time keeping his hips and chest out of contact with Taemin's. He can feel Taemin's body heat, see his skin is flushed and his lips are reddened by the press of white teeth. It's such a heart stoppingly sensuous and erotic picture that Jinki can't help but admire it despite Taemin’s growing impatience.
"Please what?" he asks quietly, breath against Taemin's cheek.
There's a hundred answers on Taemin's tongue. His love-addled brain runs through a dozen images, scenarios, fantasies but all of them have one thing, one person in common. He turns his head and kisses Jinki softly, sweetly. The kiss is almost innocent despite the situation, the undercurrents of primal heat and secret needs.
Jinki returns the kiss with the same sudden sweetness that it is given, letting their mouths brush to and fro for several moments while their tongues dip and stroke gently together. He pulls away only when they both need to breathe. Smiling slightly, he pulls back to look at Taemin’s flushed face, lids fluttering over closed eyes.
“Shall I tell you what I like? Aside from the obvious?” he asks. “Tit for tat? Would that make it easier?”
Taemin licks his lips. Focusing on Jinki’s voice is getting harder and he whimpers in a mixture of feverish lust and a flash of submissive fear. “Jinki,” he gasps out, pressing softly against the other’s firm hold and subsiding again as if the warmth of it reassures him.
“Taemin, I’m going to let your hands go. Just for a few minutes. I want you to hold onto the sheets and not let them go until I’m back, understand?” As the instructions are given, Jinki takes one palm in his left hand and kisses it, before planting it among the tangled sheets. He watches Taemin clutch at the soft fabric convulsively and repeats the little ritual with the other hand.
“Don’t leave me,” Taemin pleads, sure that if Jinki goes too far his world will spin out of control.
“Never.”
Jinki sits back on his heels and begins undoing the buttons and zipper on Taemin’s low-slung and tight fitting jeans. Taemin breathes in and purrs a little as though relieved and approving of anything that might mean closer contact. Once the jeans are loosened, Jinki backs up to pull the clinging denim aside and off as well as the clinging cotton beneath the jeans.
“Sexy boy,” Jinki comments with deep burning appreciation as he returns a moment later to crouching over Taemin’s slowly writhing body, between his bent legs. Taemin’s shirt is rucked up under his arms so that most of his long, toned body is revealed to Jinki’s gaze.
“Jinki...” Taemin moans. He’s honestly not sure he can survive Jinki’s slow build up much longer. He can feel himself twitching, seeping with fluid, pulse pounding in his wrists and ankles and his hard length.
Dropping his head, Jinki presses kisses over Taemin’s torso, mouthing at the warm slightly sweat damp flesh and nipping gently with his teeth. He licks and sucks across Taemin’s chest from just below his nipples to his hip bones. Every caress seems to bring a fresh whimper and gasp from Taemin’s parted lips and Jinki feels almost drunk on the sounds coming from his lover, his boy...HIS.
“Shall I make you come now, beautiful?” Jinki asks softly, lowering his still clothed body over Taemin’s at last. “So you can enjoy what I want to say to you next?”
Taemin is still clinging to the sheets for dear life in a white knuckled grip and he’s already so close to orgasmic bliss that the sudden friction of Jinki’s hard body against his own is almost too much for him. Something close to a scream only husked and low and raw comes out of Taemin’s mouth.
“Need you, need you, need you,” he chants roughly, grinding himself frantically into Jinki’s body despite some power of Jinki’s voice holding him off.
“Gonna come all over me, Tae?” Jinki purrs in Taemin’s ear, fingers easing between them to curl around Taemin’s erection.
“God...please, I can’t...” Taemin keens and then Jinki’s whispering in his ear and Taemin sees nothing but white behind his closed eyes because he’s exploding like his life depends on it.
Nothing, Nothing in Jinki’s life is half as satisfying, half as beautiful to him is watching Taemin come apart like this. Halfway through it when Taemin’s cries have died to breathless sobs and his body is trembling, Jinki gathers Taemin in his arms and turns them over. His clothes are half soaked with Taemin’s pleasure and Jinki couldn’t care less...all that matters is Taemin.
“I’ve got you, aegi...I love you so damned much, Taemin, love you baby,” Jinki croons to Taemin, gently coaxing clinging hands to let go of the sheets and cuddling Taemin’s slender body draped over his own with the blankets pulled up haphazardly.
Taemin’s wraps himself into Jinki’s hold, shuddering at the way this...whatever it is they have between them takes him to such intensity of sensation. He kisses Jinki’s cheek, jaw, neck in soft, slightly sloppy drifts of his lips. He can feel that his lover, his Jinki is hard as an iron bar against him but right now Jinki doesn’t seem to be most interested in that fact.
At some point Jinki works himself out of his clothes and pulls Taemin’s shirt over his head before gathering the younger back into his arms with a sigh. They kiss each other softly, sweetly and settle against one another in the gradually dimming light of their room.
“What do you do to me?” Taemin asks softly after a long time of the two of them simply curling into each other as if they are the only two people in the world.
Jinki considers that for a few moments, threading his and Taemin’s fingers together. “Something in me...wants to ...control you. Something in you wants to be controlled,” he says finally. “I noticed it before now, before the...thing with the whip.”
Taemin laughs, sitting up to turn a light on to cast a soft glow over them both. “The thing?” he teases lightly, combing his free hand through his hair.
“Taemin,” Jinki answers, shrugging a little despite the flush rising on his skin. “When I noticed it...I read about it.”
Taemin blinks. “Wait, you can read about this stuff? This is like...people write books on ...on this?!”
“Well, not our this maybe. Just in general,” Jinki answers, tilting his head and smiling at Taemin’s expression which perfectly mingles something like outrage with embarrassment.
“So why were you so confused then, if you were so educated and all,” Taemin demands next, lying back close to Jinki with a sigh and cuddling close.
“Because for one thing, you didn’t know what you were doing. I didn’t know how to bring it up. And, what we did...that wasn’t exactly beginner kind of stuff.” Jinki answers, almost automatically gathering Taemin in against him with his arm draping the other man’s slim waist. Possessive doesn’t even begin to really describe how he feels about Taemin.
There is silence for a few moments before Taemin speaks again, slowly. “So, you never finished telling me what you want.” He tries to sound casual about it but in truth, Taemin’s marveling a bit on Jinki’s ability to seemingly sublimate his desire even temporarily.
“First...I want you to think of a word. One that wouldn’t just come up. It’s to be used as a safeword. It’s a way for you to tell me that things are getting too much for you ...without you having to do a lot of talking or explaining. You just say this one word and that’s it...It’s over...for that time at least.” Jinki frowns, wondering if he should dig out the book from its hiding place under piles of things in the closet to make the idea clearer to Taemin.
“Just for right then though, right? Not, over forever,” Taemin asks, giving Jinki a solemn glance.
“Usually, yes,” Jinki answers, tilting his head to watch Taemin’s face carefully.
Taemin shrugs a little and smiles. “Makes sense to me. I can hardly talk around you sometimes as it is, even when you’re not going all …” he grins wickedly, “sex God on me.”
Rolling his eyes, Jinki pulls Taemin to him and kisses his shoulder. “Don’t say that too loud, Key will laugh himself into hysterics if he hears you,” he jokes, pouting slightly for effect.
“Just because you get clumsy a little sometimes...” Taemin grumbles, hugging Jinki tightly.
“The fans call it a Condition, Tae, that’s not a little clumsy,” Jinki retorts.
“Tell me some more about what you want to do to me,” Taemin asks instead, one hand sliding down to give Jinki’s neglected erection some attention.