I Call The Shots - Chapter 3 part 2 NC17
Title: I Call The Shots - Chapter 3 part 2
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 6909
Genre: Romance/Fluff/ Master-slave or Dom-sub whichever way you want to look at it
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the collaring which takes place in part 1, Jinki and Taemin explore.
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. Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: It's hard to warn for this fic cause it really depends on the person. I'll just say language, sexiness and power exchange. Specific kinks include bondage, orgasm control, small amount of dirty talk and the above mentioned d/s.
As before, sorry for taking so long but I wrote almost 7k words (Really more than that cause I edited a bunch and took stuff out etc, in about a month, on this fic alone. Not counting what I posted on Video Games etc. In addition, Just fyi, Shots, Ready or Not and Stardust will all be in hiatus for the next few months as of now. I have auction fics to write and Big Bang. Please forgive me but I just don't have enough brain space for all of this at once, lol.
PS: please forgive me typos etc, I looked this over several times but there's always something i missed and I'm too impatient to post to wait for someone else to beta read, don't hit me.
Taemin feels tears well in his eyes as the cool metal of the collar touches his skin and quickly warms and all he can do is to stare up into Jinki's face. Jinki's deep voice lays claim to him with all the firm finality he could wish for and his insides quiver at the ripple of emotion and passion he feels.
Taemin opens his mouth but no words want to come out, for this moment, he's suspended, hypnotized by Jinki's eyes even as the tears prick at his eyes. He blinks hard to resist them, and licks his lips, waiting for the other man to make a move.
Jinki stares down at Taemin for a long moment. The step the two of them have taken together is so breath-taking and so heart-stopping that he is frozen with the way his heart seems to almost ache in his chest with the intensity of it. He can see the glassy shimmer of tears in Taemin's eyes and his hand cups the side of Taemin's jaw so that his thumb can softly smear the dampness away.
"I love you so much," Jinki breathes hoarsely and finds himself leaning down and pulling Taemin back up with him. He barely gives Taemin time to get his feet under him before he's kissing his lover hungrily, deeply, on the verge of a kind of desperation he has no words to define.
Taemin feels swept up in Jinki, but that's really nothing different than every single time they are together or touch or even seem to breathe the same air. He stumbles a bit, getting his bare toes on the wood floor but Jinki is all but lifting him off his feet anyway and then the warm plush silk hard pressure of his ...his Master's lips are on his and he coils his legs around Jinki's hips and feels his back hit the wall again. He whines into Jinki's mouth, sliding his hands under the soft leather of the jacket he loves but suddenly wants gone violently and arching his body into the older man's hard frame in a fresh spasm of far too many feelings and sensations at once.
"Need you so much," Taemin breathes against Jinki's mouth, his fingers crumpling up the shirt Jinki's wearing, almost but not quite pulling hard enough to pop the buttons off of it. He wants to say other things but the thoughts jumble up in his head and won't come out. And then Jinki's tongue is tangling with his again and the impulse to talk fades in the frustration and rapture of kissing his Master.
Jinki feels almost as incoherent as Taemin sounds. He slips one arm beneath Taemin's firm ass to keep him right where he wants him and braces the other against the wall. It's a near painful effort to pull his mouth away from Taemin's and drop his face into the side of Taemin's soft neck, lips brushing just above the slim circlet of metal that defines the younger man as belonging to him. He kisses the spot under his lips and pulls back.
"Call me ..." Jinki pauses and flashes Taemin a smoldering and wicked smile.
"Oh God," Taemin moans, just looking at Jinki's expression makes his body pulse with desire and a little fear. He arches his back, driving their hips that much closer, letting his lids droop beneath the mussed strands of deep red falling against his brow and cheek.
"Mmmm....not quite," Jinki teases, pushing the folds of Taemin's loose shirt off of one shoulder with his jaw and nipping at the smooth skin under it. The rush he's feeling is heady but also it grounds him a bit, lets him get a handle on the ferocious passion simmering under his skin.
Taemin whimpers softly, legs shifting restlessly so that bells chime against his ankle. "Jiiiinki," he whines quietly.
"Tell me," Jinki purrs against Taemin's shoulder. "Tell me exactly what you want."
Taemin feels himself twitch just with the way Jinki's deep voice curls around his senses. His mouth is dry and Jinki feels harder, bigger, stronger than before. Overpowering, and so very erotic to his overheated mind and body. He starts talking very softly, skin flushing with a heady mixture of embarrassment and fervent submission.
"I just...I just want to be yours...want to feel it, want to p-please you, give to you," Taemin says, licking his lips as he struggles to put into words what he feels. His legs curl tighter around Jinki's slim hips and he's digging his nails in under the leather jacket as his body quakes with a fierce simmering need that seems endless. "Take me... have me... God, I don't know, I just need you to do what you want with me, please."
Taemin breaks off then with a pleased gasp as Jinki's lips and tongue and teeth press firmly against his neck. He was almost sure there would be a mark and that idea was so delectable it made him dizzy.
"Be careful, Taemin," Jinki mutters against Taemin's throat, pushing his lover's slender body harder into the wall in search of enough friction to even halfway satisfy the desire roaring through his being. It's not just for sex, either; it's for possession, dominance, power and the more Taemin entices him, pleads with him to make the last step into taking those things - the more difficult it becomes to hold back even a little.
"I want to do very, very decadent things to you tonight," he breathes, running his lips up until his mouth hovers near the curve of Taemin's ear. He feels Taemin jerk and twist in his grasp, pushing closer, clinging tighter and that makes his nerves sizzle with an electric sense of control.
Taemin whines, the sound creeping up like a scale and then breaking off. "Jinkiiiiii," he pleads, arching his back and reveling in the way he can feel that mark on his neck right above his new collar and the way Jinki's lush voice seems to enter his ear and then penetrate his brain as well.
"Please...just...just...do something. I want you so badly right now," Taemin begs, embarrassment falling by the wayside in the heat boiling in his veins. He has nothing left but yielding and a voraciously passionate submission, and that seems...right, as long as Jinki does something before he burns to death in his own longing.
Jinki wants to purr and growl and smile and laugh and a hundred other things all at the same time. He's gentle, nonetheless, as he sets Taemin on those alluringly bare soles and steps back. "What if I want you...just like this? Needing...waiting...craving...pleading...?" he asks softly. It takes a tremendous amount of effort to make himself take another step back, especially with Taemin flattening his palms against the wall and giving him such a blindingly desperate look from beneath long lashes.
His boy is so beautiful, and it's true that Taemin is gorgeous at all times in his eyes from muzzyheaded first thing in the morning to exhausted and wrung out late at night, and even when his nose is red and his eyes are dark with fever from a cold. Jinki feels his heart jump in his chest just looking at Taemin right now and his libido has reached a point that the want is almost unbearable.
"So fucking exquisite," Jinki says softly, greedily watching Taemin move against the wall. Slender hips jerk forward, offering to him, the slick shiny fabric of Taemin's pants leaving nothing to the imagination and betraying a slowly growing damp spot.
Taemin wants to scream, wants to face the wall and scream and beat his fists against the hard surface. Every second without Jinki's hands on him, lips on him, fuck...his cock in him is one more second of infinite aching. He starts to tremble and doesn't even try to hide it. Even without ropes or cords or cuffs or any visible method of bondage, Taemin is still bound by the look in Jinki's eyes and the simple demand he can read there.
"I can't stand it," Taemin whispers after what seems like an eternity but he knows is only a few minutes. "Please... just...just touch me...take me...bind me...hurt me...fuck me...something...anything..." He's dizzy with this much yielding, drowning, and hurting because for the first time he feels absolutely lost in it, quivering on the edge of a knife blade and almost certain it's going to cut him.
Taemin wonders in that moment if it would be possible to come simply from the look on his Master's face and moans softly. He's quivering all over, and his head tips back against the wall fretfully.
"I will, aegi," Jinki responds immediately. "Oh, I will. I promise. I couldn't stop now if there was a gun to my head. I just want to enjoy you right now; that you're mine, that you need me this badly." He leans in then, picking Taemin up again, this time bridal style and cuddles him into his arms.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, Tae," he purrs low against Taemin's hair. "I love you so much; I love you even more for wanting this...as much as I do." Jinki begins to move down the hallway as he speaks, peppering hot nipping kisses over Taemin's flushed cheeks, down his throat, over his shoulder.
"I want to hear you screaming for me," he admits as he sits down on their new larger bed with Taemin on his lap.
A fraction of Taemin's dizzying, molten devotion is soothed by Jinki's low sexy voice in his ears and the kisses over his burning skin. The frantic and nearly fearful sensation fades to something more bearable in the security of Jinki's strong arms around him. He takes a deep breath, lifting his face to Jinki's.
"Devastate me," he whispers, and there's nothing playful about the words. He's serious; his dark eyes full of entreaty. "I need it Jinki, I need to feel I belong to you, deep down inside. Everywhere. Make me beg you, scream for you, call your name over and over again, whatever you want."
"Taemin," Jinki gasps, and pushes Taemin down on the bed, following him over with hard shudder. His hands immediately find Taemin's wrists, pressing them down on the cool new sheets and then he's hovering over his lover, his boy. He keeps his body just out of Taemin's reach, letting him feel nothing more than body heat and watches Taemin undulate, fighting against his grip.
Jinki begins to shred the enticing scraps of clothing off of Taemin's seductive body with little concern for the work than went into them. He'll make it up to Key later but right now, ripping Taemin's clothes off satisfies some primal instinct deep inside him. Especially when his boy moans in response to the shredding sound of fabric and the whisper of slightly cooler air over his bare skin.
Taemin loves the feel of the mattress beneath him and Jinki's body so close above him. He fights against the strong grip on his wrists in a spasm of sheer pleasure in Jinki's greater strength, reveling in the sensation of being helpless in his Master's grasp. Then the first sound of tearing accompanied by a quick jerk startles him into a husky voluptuous moan. It takes him a second to realize that Jinki is really tearing his clothes off and then the knowledge, the sound, the sensation goes right to his erection, right to the dizzy fever in his head and body.
"Oh God....yes...," he moans, hips arching up off the bed invitingly.
"Sexy, sexy little slut for me," Jinki answers softly, caressingly, avoiding the liquid motion of Taemin's hips despite the strong twitching pulse he feels behind the leather of his pants. "I'm going to tie you down now, Taemin. You have to wait for what I want, when I want to give it to you." He kisses Taemin's lips quickly then slides off the bed.
"Keep those wrists right there," he orders more firmly, pleased when Taemin's dark eyes flick open to look at him, glazed though they are.
"Yes...Yes M-m-master," Taemin stutters, and it's obvious just saying the simple response stirs him. His chest rises and falls with quickened pants as Jinki pulls his hand away.
"So good for me," Jinki replies, petting strands of soft auburn hair back from Taemin's face before he kneels to gather the leather and cuffs from under the bed. It's already bracketed in the solid wood of the bed frame and sized for Taemin.
Jinki makes a small ritual out of fitting the cuffs on Taemin's wrists by drawing a lingering infinity symbol with the tip of his tongue on first one tender pulse point then the other. Next the leather and velvet cuffs fasten firmly into place around each wrist.
"Ohhhh," Taemin sighs, low and hushed. The cuffs feel so good on his skin, especially with the feel of Jinki's hot tongue scrolling over his sensitive skin first. He shifts restlessly against the sheets, parting his thighs in a wanton motion as a hot spasm passes through him in response to the feel of everything. His collar, the bruise of Jinki's lips on his throat, the cuffs, his nakedness...it's all so perfectly incendiary.
Jinki kicks off his boots, watching Taemin with avid glances. He knew before this that Taemin enjoyed bondage, but the way his beautiful lover, his boy looks right now is even more erotic than any time previously. He crawls up onto the bed, kneeling between Taemin's long muscular legs so that now Taemin can't close them again. Reaching for one of Taemin's ankles, the one not twined with a belled anklet, Jinki smoothes his fingertips all over the skin and bone with a languid and posessive touch beginning with the small bare foot and toes.
His touch scrolls upwards slow and steady as if he's learning the contours of Taemin's leg by feel. Jinki makes sure his fingers touch every square centimeter of Taemin's foot and calf, knee and thigh, stopping just short of caressing his boy's swollen balls and eager erection. Instead, he shifts to the other leg and does exactly the same thing, taking all the time he needs to savor the smoothness of Taemin's skin with only a light pale dusting of hair. He traces an old scar or two, and bruises on Taemin's knees from a fall in the practice room, again stopping short.
"You're so fucking pretty," Jinki breathes finally, pretending to ignore Taemin's soft little gasps and mewling sounds over the last several minutes. He bends over Taemin then, bracing himself on his palms and with great care, sets his mouth against one of Taemin's inner thighs. He kisses the soft, sensitive flesh then licks it in a slow wandering pattern before pressing his teeth into Taemin's skin. He takes his time about setting the bite, just enough to cause erotic pain and a lingering bruise.
Taemin's been enduring the tantalizing touches as best he can manage; anticipation filling his belly at the thought of those warm fingertips fondling his balls, or stroking his cock or...God, pushing into him. Every time Jinki's hand gets too close, he pulls away and it's driving Taemin sensuously insane. He is making choked little sounds of pleasure and invitation, the heat in his being seeming to rise higher with every sweep of Jinki's fingers.
The compliment makes him quiver, and he opens his mouth to say something but then Jinki is bending over him, robbing him of anything like coherent speech. What happens next makes Taemin cry out, a soft whimpering shriek. It hurts and feels so good at the same time that he thinks he can feel it in his fingers and toes, in his hair follicles. He pictures the bruise from the biting kiss and moans hoarsely.
Jinki licks at the fresh bite mark slowly, loving the look of it against Taemin's pale skin. He loves even more the way Taemin is moaning, a new and rougher sound to it than before. He lifts his head and looks into Taemin's dark eyes.
"Did you like that, aegi?" he demands softly.
Taemin can feel the mark burning through his being and wishes he could run a hand over the outline of Jinki's teeth, feel the heat of it on his skin. He shifts restlessly instead, giving Jinki a smoldering look, pulling at the cuffs binding his wrists. "So much...so much, please...more," he answers breathlessly.
Jinki smiles at Taemin and kisses him softly on the mouth before pulling away to place another slow kiss that becomes a firm bite on the side of his hip. He licks and kisses at the spot before moving on to find another perfect place for a bruising bite mark on Taemin's flawless body.
Each time the pleasure sizzles higher, the pain transmuting until Taemin thinks any second he may come undone just from the marks Jinki is speckling over his skin. He cries out, again and again, soft breathless shrieks dying into sensual whimpers. He thinks the sensations are going straight to his cock; Taemin can feel himself twitch, feel the sticky drops of pre-come seep out of himself as the arousal gets more and more intense.
Jinki stops when he's spread out 6 bruising marks on Taemin's lower body, pausing to kiss his boy's lips and taste the pleasure-pain like honey in his mouth. He feels a quivering rush of power, and of tenderness as Taemin kisses him back hungrily, and yet so sweetly. Jinki runs his tongue over Taemin's teeth, the inside of his lip before pulling back again.
"Sexy boy," he breathes and pauses to pull off the leather jacket, dumping it off the side of the bed without taking his eyes off of Taemin for an instant. "I wish I could take pictures of you like this, frame you perfectly." His fingertips rip at the buttons on his shirt, loosening half of them before he swarms back over Taemin and this time lets his lower body come to rest firmly over his lover's.
"Jinki...Jinki...oh please, Jinki..." Taemin murmurs, his vision is spangled with white and red stars and all he can think about is Jinki and how he's burning up for the older man in every way possible. He arches up hard and tight at the press of the smooth leather pants, and Jinki's muscular perfection beneath it. The hard bulge of Jinki's cock is tantalizing and Taemin thinks he could come just from rubbing himself against that proof of his Master's desire. There are no words for the broken, pleading, overtly sexual sounds he makes, wrapping his legs around Jinki's body as best he can.
"You feel so good," Taemin frets, his head tossing back and forth on the bed as he tugs at the bindings on his wrists unconsciously.
"Not yet," Jinki answers, reaching to smooth one hand over Taemin's wrist and forearm and elbow. He lets Taemin squirm against him, shifting to slide a leather clad thigh between Taemin's long legs to provide more pressure just where Taemin wants it. There's something luridly satisfying about having his boy writhing and needy beneath him. Nevertheless, he keeps up the minute exploration of Taemin's upper body and whispers into Taemin's ear.
"I want you to wait, aegi. I want you to suffer for me, just a little, until I'm in you. I want to feel you coming undone on me..." Jinki purrs the words, veiling the order in softness and seduction, loving the way Taemin mewls in protest.
"Jinki please...I could come right now, please..." Taemin begs shamelessly, unable to stop himself from grinding up against that firm hard thigh and the luscious line of Jinki's cock and not even sure he can control himself as much as Jinki wants. He's already so hard, so aroused.
Scrolling fingers slide over Taemin's shoulders and pectorals, easing down to find his small sensitive nipples. Jinki pinches them softly and then harder when Taemin throws his head back and wails in pleasured agony. "I could help you if you have a problem," Jinki taunts softly, trailing his lips down Taemin's sternum and drinking in the little hiss from his boy.
"You mean...oh God..." Taemin licks his lips and tries again to make himself unwind his legs from around Jinki's hips, make himself hold still but it's useless. He wants, needs, burns too badly and Jinki is temptation personified, always has been.
"I mean...I could slip a cock ring on you," Jinki says boldly, leaning on his elbows and watching Taemin's face. "Imagine if even your cock was locked to me...imagine how it would feel, aegi." It makes him a little shaky just thinking about controlling Taemin's orgasms that fully, and the rage of desire in his system is almost painful. Jinki presses his lips to the mark on Taemin's neck and growls softly, a low and primal noise that rumbles in his chest.
Taemin shudders, his toes curling against the sheets and his fingers digging crescent marks into his palms. His imagination paints images on the insides of his eyelids, all centering around that one concept, of being locked to Jinki in one more way. He sobs softly, arching his back harder into Jinki's body. "Oh fuck...fuck... fuck... yes...if you want me....please..." He clings on to the last threads of his self-control, almost praying for his Master to put the ring on before he loses his mind.
Jinki can't help himself, he really can't...he's had a lot of fantasies ever since this started between them, but Taemin is so much more responsive, so much more submissive than he could have imagined. He slips his hand down between them, wrapping his fingers firmly around the base of Taemin's arousal-wet erection. His mouth is on Taemin's shoulder, pressing another slow, firm bite mark into the smooth pale skin.
Taemin cries out in a lush mingling of frustration and passion, pain and delight, jerking his hips up against Jinki's firm grip. The voluptuous sensation of rapture delayed swells in him and makes him sob, squirming harder. "Oh my God, oh Jinki...please...." At this point, it almost doesn't matter what it is he's begging for, as long as the words escape, soft and heated like steam releasing from a boiling kettle.
Jinki purrs at the response he gets, loving the way he can pull out such intensity from Taemin with barely more than a touch. He could wrap himself in this silken burn, wear it like a cape. He kisses Taemin's throat and reaches to the bed side drawer, searching for just a moment before he brings out a small intricately decorated box. He sets this beside Taemin's hip and opens it deftly, sliding his tongue across the first mark placed on his boy's neck delicately.
"Now," he tells Taemin, pulling back slowly until he is once more kneeling between Taemin's pale, kiss and bite bruised thighs. "I'm going to put this on you, aegi," Jinki says quietly, waiting until Taemin's darkened gaze fastens on him. Jinki looks down at Taemin's groin, dragging his teeth over his lower lip at the sight of Taemin's full erection and sliding his fingers once from base to tip and back again, dampening his skin with the sticky fluid smeared over Taemin's cock.
It would be so easy, so very, very easy to let himself fall over the edge with Jinki's fingers caressing him so delicately. Taemin gathers breath, wanting to scream with the frustration and lust twisting his insides into knots. He gazes up at his Master, his lover and knowing what Jinki wants, finds himself resisting the possibility of disobeying that wish even harder. That doesn't stop him from rolling his pelvis upwards, from whining low in his throat.
"Hurry, please...." he whispers roughly, swallowing hard.
Jinki smiles at Taemin, the smile sexy and seductive around the edges of the usual sweetness and carefully fits the slim contraption of leather and steel over Taemin's cock. The band slides down and settles right at the base, tightening slightly before the buckle fastens. Jinki drinks in the sight of Taemin's head thrown back, his spine curving upwards in instinctive denial of the restriction and the helpless little whimper that Taemin breathes out between them.
Taemin decides in that moment that the cock ring is the most fiendish creation on the planet. The feel of the soft glove leather wrapped around him instantly makes him want to come that much more intensely. He would claw at the sheets, at Jinki's body if his hands were free and for a moment, Taemin almost can't bear this level of sheer unadulterated hunger. He frets and twists, jerking at the bonds on his wrists and whimpering again and again as the sensation of being bound so intimately ravishes his senses.
"God..." Jinki hisses, unashamedly watching, drinking in every sultry fever-ridden little motion and sound. "You have no idea how you look, so gorgeous and so hot for me." He bends back over Taemin and begins to kiss and lick his way over each of Taemin's nipples. "Tell me what you want," he asks, demands, pressing a fresh bite to the inside of Taemin's forearm after a few moments.
He can't get enough of the taste and feel of his boy's skin under his mouth, bruising up so sweetly under his teeth. "Tell me what you need, baby, I want to hear you telling me exactly what you need." Jinki is softly merciless, pressing more bites into Taemin's skin between languorous licks and lush kisses.
What is language, what is speech? Taemin almost can't remember. He's so delirious, euphoric with a rush of endorphins from the bruises planted on his skin. It takes him several minutes to find his tongue, to find words welling up onto his lips. His world is burning, shrunken to nothing more than Jinki and the incandescent spiraling possession he feels from his Master.
"Fuck me, Jinki," he bursts out, his voice rough and pitched too high. "Don't you even know how badly I want you to fuck me...I want you in me, all over me....slow...so slow....so I can feel it." Taemin licks his lips as he speaks, his body moving invitingly as if the very thought of what he wants is almost unbearable.
"More...tell me more," Jinki insists, using one hand to unfasten the tight buttons on the leather pants. A faint noise accompanies the release of each one, leather squeaking faintly. "Tell me what makes you sweat when you're alone. Tell me what makes you text me with sexy pictures when we're apart." Jinki smiles to himself as Taemin gasps...eyeing him from under heavy lashes, his eyes glassy and dark.
"Not...not fair," Taemin stutters, remembering that incident through a haze. "You were gone...so long....I couldn't stand it..." He's pouting even in the fierce heat boiling in his veins; eyes dropping automatically to the slowly opening line of buttons on Jinki's pants. He can't help but jerk at the cuffs again, and shiver with delight when they don't give at all.
"Mmmm, those pictures you sent me weren't fair either, aegi," Jinki answers, pausing in the act of opening his pants to push the little box the cock ring came in off the bed with a small clatter, then dip into the drawer again. "The phone sex afterwards was fun though," he teases, hand retreating with the bottle of banana scented lube that's stashed in there.
"Now tell me what you were thinking about, just before I called. Tell me what my pretty boy thinks about when you're alone and needing me."
Taemin licks his lips and gazes at the small bottle with longing fondness. The sooner Jinki slicks them both with the fluid, the sooner he can have what he craves the most. "Jinki..." He shifts his gaze to Jinki's demanding expression and sighs, stretching out the lines of his body and then closing his eyes.
"You know what I want most...you always know," he murmurs, lips forming a slight pout as the heat inside him seems to die just a little, giving him a little more head room for coherent thought. He runs the sole of his bare foot against Jinki's hip hopefully, savoring the firm solid warmth of Jinki's body and the smoothness of the hide contrasting with the cool studs along the sides of the pants.
"Aegi...answer me," Jinki insists. His expression is indulgent but there is something stern and undeniable about his eyes.
Taemin shivers at that look. "You make me say this...but you've heard it before," he says, tilting his head to one side, pretty auburn strands of hair falling across his cheek, veiling his face. "I was thinking how nothing ...nothing can make me feel so...sexual...so completely...taken in the sexual sense as you...you pushing that fucking great big cock into me. Sometimes I think I'll come just from the way you do it...it's so ...it's like torture and the best thing I've ever felt."
If he wasn't so completely enthralled with Jinki, dizzy and feverish with it, he knows he'd be blushing by now. But Taemin's whole body is flushed anyway and the look in Jinki's eyes, on his face is almost worth it. He turns his head and gazes at his Master, his lover, through the veil of his hair. "So please, please, please...Master...will you please fuck me before I die from wanting it so badly," he breathes, a shudder passing through him.
Jinki feels a hard and deep shudder of excitement roll over him at Taemin's soft voiced words, the way he looks. He has heard it before, but there's something so incendiary about the confession that he loves hearing it, seeing the way Taemin looks and sounds when he speaks of it.
It's his turn to lick his lips and he does, reaching to softly brush the hair from Taemin's face and giving him a slow smile. "Do you have any idea what hearing you talk like that does to me? How much I love the way you say it, the way I can tell it makes you hot all over just saying you want me that way." He kisses Taemin's lips sweetly, then harder, letting some fraction of his own burning hunger escape between their mouths like some treat shared.
Leaning back then, he smiles at Taemin tenderly for just a moment before his expression changes to something more...Taemin thinks of it as Jinki's Dominant face and it excites him almost painfully even when he's calm. Now, he twists up hard against his bonds and isn't sure whether he's grateful for the cock ring or hates it with all his heart. At this moment, just looking at Jinki with that expression, so beautiful and so powerful, he's sure he'd be coming automatically right now.
Taemin whimpers, legs pressing in tight against Jinki's firm thighs and toes curling. "Whatever you want, Jinki...take it...please...." he pants, chest rising and falling hard. He goes silent then except for the little restless sounds that don't really let up as it seems every second stretches out for a small eternity.
Jinki purrs wordlessly, blinking a couple of times just because the sight and sound of Taemin's lush extremity of desire is almost too beautiful to stand. If he could, he'd frame this moment, keep it for his own private delight. But he can only try to store it in his memory, as he pours a generous amount of the lube over his fingertips, filling the room with the scent of artificial bananas.
He doesn't hesitate, slipping one hand between Taemin's thighs, beneath his arching hips and letting the first finger slip around Taemin's small opening and popping through into the tight heat beyond. He pushes forward, watching Taemin's face as he slowly and thoroughly fills Taemin's body with first one finger and then two.
"You're so tight, always so tight...kills me," he mutters, shifting them so Taemin's lower back and upper hips are braced on his thighs. The position lets Taemin wind his long legs around Jinki's hips and puts their bodies in a near perfect alignment though his erection is still veiled in the damp black cotton of his boxers and the leather pants sag against his hips.
Taemin rolls his hips with wanton enthusiasm, eyes closed tightly against the ravishing spangle of heat behind his eyelids. Jinki always seems to know just how to touch him to drive him stark, raving mad and those firm fingers inside his ass are stroking him just so. He's shivering with the pleasure and the great yawning hunger for still more. He's mewling breathlessly, sweating and twisting with utter abandon.
"Need it...need it..." he chants, "Jinki...oh God..."
This is another moment Jinki wants to frame and he suddenly leans over Taemin, twisting his fingers together just so deep inside Taemin's body. "Need what?....say it....I want to hear you say it... " He licks his lips, watching Taemin squirm voluptuously against his hand. "I love to see you like this...you're so beautiful when you're so cock hungry. Say it for me, Taemin."
Taemin whines low in his throat. He's Jinki's prisoner and that both feels so good and is almost hellishly tormenting. He's certain he's never been so desperately aroused in his life and is also sure his Master isn't about to take pity on him until he chooses to do so. The waiting is both delicious and absolutely miserable and every inhibition he's ever owned has been washed away in passion.
"Need your cock, J-jinki...Need it...need you to fuck me, p-please....M-Master...Oh God...need it..." Taemin is stuttering, sobbing the words before he even realizes it, and there's something almost unbearably sweet about saying them and knowing they are pleasing the one person he loves most in the world.
Jinki growls, there's no other word for the rough, snarling sound he makes. In moments, his boxers are shoved out of the way and the banana lube is drizzled over the long thick line of his flagrant erection. He pulls Taemin closer to him, almost to the limits of the chain that links the cuffs and begins the slow insistent fit of his body within Taemin's. There are almost no words to describe the sublime sensation that floods over him.
Taemin thinks he truly might faint from this much pleasure. His whole body, his whole being is so eaten up with desire that the long, slow glide of Jinki's cock inside him floods him with a maddening rapture. He twists and thinks he cries out, pushing himself against the lingering entry, straining with the absolute necessity of getting more. Taemin's mind is nothing but a red roaring haze, punctuated by the clasp of the cock ring that seems to keep him teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"God...Yes..." Jinki breathes, letting a fraction of his iron-clad self control slip. Every small flex and twitch of Taemin's body floods him with fresh unbearable sensations. Taemin's passage is so tight, squeezing him unrelentingly as he fits himself firmly as deeply as he can. Jinki rolls his hips slowly, grinding against Taemin and loving the brokenly wanton little cry that Taemin lets out to the air.
He leans forward, forcing Taemin's body to fold, and one of his boy's long legs drapes over his shoulder, the other falling around his hip in a jangle of ankle bells. The sound is the perfect punctuation to Taemin's near scream of passionate fervor. The new position allows him to drive deeper, grinding there a moment before he pulls back as slowly as he can bear.
"Jinki, Jinki, Jinki, yes, yes...oh God..." Taemin is incoherent, breathlessly crying out over and over again. The luscious intensity of Jinki physically possessing him like this is like nothing else on earth and he's mindless with the lavish splendor of his own sensations. He stares up at Jinki's handsome face, his muscular tension and the way his body moves with precision and wants to cry it's so beautifully perfect.
The new position has him begging, stumbling over the words, caught between hating every lingering, tormenting withdrawal and the way each fresh full thrust has him craving orgasm like an addict desperate for a hit. He squeezes his body at Jinki's cock, lustful and adoring, rolling his hips up as much as the position will let him and shuddering from head to toe at the near savage tingling that spreads over him at the full on drag against his prostate.
"Please, please, please....don't stop, don't ever stop," Taemin hears himself cry through the dark roaring in his ears.
In those endless moments when instinct is taking him over despite every intention in his mind, when his thrusts speed up, Jinki thinks that he could die, his heart could burst from this much raw, salacious ecstasy. His body works like a well-oiled machine, sweat sliding down his biceps and hips while he drives himself into Taemin's clenching heat with fever fueled power. He watches Taemin's face adoringly at the same time he gazes at him with utter possessive savagery. All he can think is a mixture of complete love and primal passion.
"Scream for me, Taemin," he hisses, fingers finally fumbling at the strip of leather coated steel to drop it free from Taemin's reddened swollen cock. He strokes his boy almost gently, teeth drawn back as he rolls his hips and thrusts that much harder. "Come for me."
"Oh, God," Taemin gasps, for one heart-stopping endless moment caught waiting, waiting, waiting when the cock ring slips free and Jinki's fingers caress his aching length so lovingly. He can't breathe for staring up at Jinki's animal beauty, for loving him with every inch of his body, every finger, every toe, every eyelash loves his Master completely.
He screams then, throwing his head back and going completely still in a taut curved line of flesh and bone as the long-delayed carnal rip-tide explodes through him in a series of hard spasms. Ribbons and floods of his come spatters over Jinki's hand, both their stomachs and chests. Taemin shakes, clenched tight as a fist over Jinki's cock, the scream followed by softer shrieks and utterly debauched whimpers. He's never had such a strong and deep orgasm in his life and it leaves him with a series of after shocks in a rush of white noise and euphoria.
"Mine. You're fucking mine, Taemin" Jinki says the words in triumph as he watches and feels and hears Taemin's bliss cascade over him in a literal flood; his own rising desperation postponed in simply loving Taemin for those few moments. He lets his boy ride out the shudders, knowing he'll never, ever forget Taemin's expression, the sounds he makes.
"I love you, aegi," he says more softly, beginning to move again in a hard, fast rhythm. "I love you, I love you," Jinki repeats, closing his eyes and snarling when his own fever breaks over him quickly now after the long hungry wait. His orgasm is almost too good, a heartbeat from painful and he cries out roughly, working himself in Taemin's tight heat as his come erupts out of him in a harsh jerking wave.
He's panting and boneless when the spasms finally leave him and for a few moments, Jinki can't move. His body simply won't move in the aftershocks of complete satiation. "I love you," he finally says, the words barely audible. He moves carefully, easing himself free of Taemin's body with a shiver and moving to lay beside his boy, gathering Taemin's still cuffed form close into his side, pausing a moment to kick off the rest of clothes and using his shirt for a quick lazy wipedown on them both..
"Oh, Jinki," Taemin breathes, smiling with absolute pride as he watches his Master, his darling Jinki come above him, feels the heat and power of it. He did that, he thinks almost thickly, his mind seeming to be about the consistency of pudding. He purrs low in his throat and would kiss and lick at Jinki's face if he could reach it...positively pleased to his toes at Jinki's pleasure.
He sighs happily, stretching languorously when Jinki finally curls around him, holding him tight. "I love you too, Master," Taemin says, turning his head and licking at the sweat on Jinki's cheek. He's not a bit concerned with lingering stickiness, with anything at all. The cloud of euphoria he's floating on is the best thing he's ever felt and he has everything he could possibly want.
Purring like a kitten, Taemin snuggles his body into Jinki's and sighs. His cuffed wrists even feel good, as good as the collar on his throat. Closing his eyes, Taemin simply drifts in complete love.
Jinki softly kisses the mark on Taemin's throat above his collar and hugs his boy a little closer. Letting the soft wave of contentment spread through him.
One more note: This is ONE kind of d/s relationship. There are as many different kinds of d/s relationships or bdsm relationships as there are people involved in them. YMMV.
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 6909
Genre: Romance/Fluff/ Master-slave or Dom-sub whichever way you want to look at it
Rating: NC17
Summary: After the collaring which takes place in part 1, Jinki and Taemin explore.
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. Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: It's hard to warn for this fic cause it really depends on the person. I'll just say language, sexiness and power exchange. Specific kinks include bondage, orgasm control, small amount of dirty talk and the above mentioned d/s.
As before, sorry for taking so long but I wrote almost 7k words (Really more than that cause I edited a bunch and took stuff out etc, in about a month, on this fic alone. Not counting what I posted on Video Games etc. In addition, Just fyi, Shots, Ready or Not and Stardust will all be in hiatus for the next few months as of now. I have auction fics to write and Big Bang. Please forgive me but I just don't have enough brain space for all of this at once, lol.
PS: please forgive me typos etc, I looked this over several times but there's always something i missed and I'm too impatient to post to wait for someone else to beta read, don't hit me.
Taemin feels tears well in his eyes as the cool metal of the collar touches his skin and quickly warms and all he can do is to stare up into Jinki's face. Jinki's deep voice lays claim to him with all the firm finality he could wish for and his insides quiver at the ripple of emotion and passion he feels.
Taemin opens his mouth but no words want to come out, for this moment, he's suspended, hypnotized by Jinki's eyes even as the tears prick at his eyes. He blinks hard to resist them, and licks his lips, waiting for the other man to make a move.
Jinki stares down at Taemin for a long moment. The step the two of them have taken together is so breath-taking and so heart-stopping that he is frozen with the way his heart seems to almost ache in his chest with the intensity of it. He can see the glassy shimmer of tears in Taemin's eyes and his hand cups the side of Taemin's jaw so that his thumb can softly smear the dampness away.
"I love you so much," Jinki breathes hoarsely and finds himself leaning down and pulling Taemin back up with him. He barely gives Taemin time to get his feet under him before he's kissing his lover hungrily, deeply, on the verge of a kind of desperation he has no words to define.
Taemin feels swept up in Jinki, but that's really nothing different than every single time they are together or touch or even seem to breathe the same air. He stumbles a bit, getting his bare toes on the wood floor but Jinki is all but lifting him off his feet anyway and then the warm plush silk hard pressure of his ...his Master's lips are on his and he coils his legs around Jinki's hips and feels his back hit the wall again. He whines into Jinki's mouth, sliding his hands under the soft leather of the jacket he loves but suddenly wants gone violently and arching his body into the older man's hard frame in a fresh spasm of far too many feelings and sensations at once.
"Need you so much," Taemin breathes against Jinki's mouth, his fingers crumpling up the shirt Jinki's wearing, almost but not quite pulling hard enough to pop the buttons off of it. He wants to say other things but the thoughts jumble up in his head and won't come out. And then Jinki's tongue is tangling with his again and the impulse to talk fades in the frustration and rapture of kissing his Master.
Jinki feels almost as incoherent as Taemin sounds. He slips one arm beneath Taemin's firm ass to keep him right where he wants him and braces the other against the wall. It's a near painful effort to pull his mouth away from Taemin's and drop his face into the side of Taemin's soft neck, lips brushing just above the slim circlet of metal that defines the younger man as belonging to him. He kisses the spot under his lips and pulls back.
"Call me ..." Jinki pauses and flashes Taemin a smoldering and wicked smile.
"Oh God," Taemin moans, just looking at Jinki's expression makes his body pulse with desire and a little fear. He arches his back, driving their hips that much closer, letting his lids droop beneath the mussed strands of deep red falling against his brow and cheek.
"Mmmm....not quite," Jinki teases, pushing the folds of Taemin's loose shirt off of one shoulder with his jaw and nipping at the smooth skin under it. The rush he's feeling is heady but also it grounds him a bit, lets him get a handle on the ferocious passion simmering under his skin.
Taemin whimpers softly, legs shifting restlessly so that bells chime against his ankle. "Jiiiinki," he whines quietly.
"Tell me," Jinki purrs against Taemin's shoulder. "Tell me exactly what you want."
Taemin feels himself twitch just with the way Jinki's deep voice curls around his senses. His mouth is dry and Jinki feels harder, bigger, stronger than before. Overpowering, and so very erotic to his overheated mind and body. He starts talking very softly, skin flushing with a heady mixture of embarrassment and fervent submission.
"I just...I just want to be yours...want to feel it, want to p-please you, give to you," Taemin says, licking his lips as he struggles to put into words what he feels. His legs curl tighter around Jinki's slim hips and he's digging his nails in under the leather jacket as his body quakes with a fierce simmering need that seems endless. "Take me... have me... God, I don't know, I just need you to do what you want with me, please."
Taemin breaks off then with a pleased gasp as Jinki's lips and tongue and teeth press firmly against his neck. He was almost sure there would be a mark and that idea was so delectable it made him dizzy.
"Be careful, Taemin," Jinki mutters against Taemin's throat, pushing his lover's slender body harder into the wall in search of enough friction to even halfway satisfy the desire roaring through his being. It's not just for sex, either; it's for possession, dominance, power and the more Taemin entices him, pleads with him to make the last step into taking those things - the more difficult it becomes to hold back even a little.
"I want to do very, very decadent things to you tonight," he breathes, running his lips up until his mouth hovers near the curve of Taemin's ear. He feels Taemin jerk and twist in his grasp, pushing closer, clinging tighter and that makes his nerves sizzle with an electric sense of control.
Taemin whines, the sound creeping up like a scale and then breaking off. "Jinkiiiiii," he pleads, arching his back and reveling in the way he can feel that mark on his neck right above his new collar and the way Jinki's lush voice seems to enter his ear and then penetrate his brain as well.
"Please...just...just...do something. I want you so badly right now," Taemin begs, embarrassment falling by the wayside in the heat boiling in his veins. He has nothing left but yielding and a voraciously passionate submission, and that seems...right, as long as Jinki does something before he burns to death in his own longing.
Jinki wants to purr and growl and smile and laugh and a hundred other things all at the same time. He's gentle, nonetheless, as he sets Taemin on those alluringly bare soles and steps back. "What if I want you...just like this? Needing...waiting...craving...pleading...?" he asks softly. It takes a tremendous amount of effort to make himself take another step back, especially with Taemin flattening his palms against the wall and giving him such a blindingly desperate look from beneath long lashes.
His boy is so beautiful, and it's true that Taemin is gorgeous at all times in his eyes from muzzyheaded first thing in the morning to exhausted and wrung out late at night, and even when his nose is red and his eyes are dark with fever from a cold. Jinki feels his heart jump in his chest just looking at Taemin right now and his libido has reached a point that the want is almost unbearable.
"So fucking exquisite," Jinki says softly, greedily watching Taemin move against the wall. Slender hips jerk forward, offering to him, the slick shiny fabric of Taemin's pants leaving nothing to the imagination and betraying a slowly growing damp spot.
Taemin wants to scream, wants to face the wall and scream and beat his fists against the hard surface. Every second without Jinki's hands on him, lips on him, fuck...his cock in him is one more second of infinite aching. He starts to tremble and doesn't even try to hide it. Even without ropes or cords or cuffs or any visible method of bondage, Taemin is still bound by the look in Jinki's eyes and the simple demand he can read there.
"I can't stand it," Taemin whispers after what seems like an eternity but he knows is only a few minutes. "Please... just...just touch me...take me...bind me...hurt me...fuck me...something...anything..." He's dizzy with this much yielding, drowning, and hurting because for the first time he feels absolutely lost in it, quivering on the edge of a knife blade and almost certain it's going to cut him.
Taemin wonders in that moment if it would be possible to come simply from the look on his Master's face and moans softly. He's quivering all over, and his head tips back against the wall fretfully.
"I will, aegi," Jinki responds immediately. "Oh, I will. I promise. I couldn't stop now if there was a gun to my head. I just want to enjoy you right now; that you're mine, that you need me this badly." He leans in then, picking Taemin up again, this time bridal style and cuddles him into his arms.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, Tae," he purrs low against Taemin's hair. "I love you so much; I love you even more for wanting this...as much as I do." Jinki begins to move down the hallway as he speaks, peppering hot nipping kisses over Taemin's flushed cheeks, down his throat, over his shoulder.
"I want to hear you screaming for me," he admits as he sits down on their new larger bed with Taemin on his lap.
A fraction of Taemin's dizzying, molten devotion is soothed by Jinki's low sexy voice in his ears and the kisses over his burning skin. The frantic and nearly fearful sensation fades to something more bearable in the security of Jinki's strong arms around him. He takes a deep breath, lifting his face to Jinki's.
"Devastate me," he whispers, and there's nothing playful about the words. He's serious; his dark eyes full of entreaty. "I need it Jinki, I need to feel I belong to you, deep down inside. Everywhere. Make me beg you, scream for you, call your name over and over again, whatever you want."
"Taemin," Jinki gasps, and pushes Taemin down on the bed, following him over with hard shudder. His hands immediately find Taemin's wrists, pressing them down on the cool new sheets and then he's hovering over his lover, his boy. He keeps his body just out of Taemin's reach, letting him feel nothing more than body heat and watches Taemin undulate, fighting against his grip.
Jinki begins to shred the enticing scraps of clothing off of Taemin's seductive body with little concern for the work than went into them. He'll make it up to Key later but right now, ripping Taemin's clothes off satisfies some primal instinct deep inside him. Especially when his boy moans in response to the shredding sound of fabric and the whisper of slightly cooler air over his bare skin.
Taemin loves the feel of the mattress beneath him and Jinki's body so close above him. He fights against the strong grip on his wrists in a spasm of sheer pleasure in Jinki's greater strength, reveling in the sensation of being helpless in his Master's grasp. Then the first sound of tearing accompanied by a quick jerk startles him into a husky voluptuous moan. It takes him a second to realize that Jinki is really tearing his clothes off and then the knowledge, the sound, the sensation goes right to his erection, right to the dizzy fever in his head and body.
"Oh God....yes...," he moans, hips arching up off the bed invitingly.
"Sexy, sexy little slut for me," Jinki answers softly, caressingly, avoiding the liquid motion of Taemin's hips despite the strong twitching pulse he feels behind the leather of his pants. "I'm going to tie you down now, Taemin. You have to wait for what I want, when I want to give it to you." He kisses Taemin's lips quickly then slides off the bed.
"Keep those wrists right there," he orders more firmly, pleased when Taemin's dark eyes flick open to look at him, glazed though they are.
"Yes...Yes M-m-master," Taemin stutters, and it's obvious just saying the simple response stirs him. His chest rises and falls with quickened pants as Jinki pulls his hand away.
"So good for me," Jinki replies, petting strands of soft auburn hair back from Taemin's face before he kneels to gather the leather and cuffs from under the bed. It's already bracketed in the solid wood of the bed frame and sized for Taemin.
Jinki makes a small ritual out of fitting the cuffs on Taemin's wrists by drawing a lingering infinity symbol with the tip of his tongue on first one tender pulse point then the other. Next the leather and velvet cuffs fasten firmly into place around each wrist.
"Ohhhh," Taemin sighs, low and hushed. The cuffs feel so good on his skin, especially with the feel of Jinki's hot tongue scrolling over his sensitive skin first. He shifts restlessly against the sheets, parting his thighs in a wanton motion as a hot spasm passes through him in response to the feel of everything. His collar, the bruise of Jinki's lips on his throat, the cuffs, his nakedness...it's all so perfectly incendiary.
Jinki kicks off his boots, watching Taemin with avid glances. He knew before this that Taemin enjoyed bondage, but the way his beautiful lover, his boy looks right now is even more erotic than any time previously. He crawls up onto the bed, kneeling between Taemin's long muscular legs so that now Taemin can't close them again. Reaching for one of Taemin's ankles, the one not twined with a belled anklet, Jinki smoothes his fingertips all over the skin and bone with a languid and posessive touch beginning with the small bare foot and toes.
His touch scrolls upwards slow and steady as if he's learning the contours of Taemin's leg by feel. Jinki makes sure his fingers touch every square centimeter of Taemin's foot and calf, knee and thigh, stopping just short of caressing his boy's swollen balls and eager erection. Instead, he shifts to the other leg and does exactly the same thing, taking all the time he needs to savor the smoothness of Taemin's skin with only a light pale dusting of hair. He traces an old scar or two, and bruises on Taemin's knees from a fall in the practice room, again stopping short.
"You're so fucking pretty," Jinki breathes finally, pretending to ignore Taemin's soft little gasps and mewling sounds over the last several minutes. He bends over Taemin then, bracing himself on his palms and with great care, sets his mouth against one of Taemin's inner thighs. He kisses the soft, sensitive flesh then licks it in a slow wandering pattern before pressing his teeth into Taemin's skin. He takes his time about setting the bite, just enough to cause erotic pain and a lingering bruise.
Taemin's been enduring the tantalizing touches as best he can manage; anticipation filling his belly at the thought of those warm fingertips fondling his balls, or stroking his cock or...God, pushing into him. Every time Jinki's hand gets too close, he pulls away and it's driving Taemin sensuously insane. He is making choked little sounds of pleasure and invitation, the heat in his being seeming to rise higher with every sweep of Jinki's fingers.
The compliment makes him quiver, and he opens his mouth to say something but then Jinki is bending over him, robbing him of anything like coherent speech. What happens next makes Taemin cry out, a soft whimpering shriek. It hurts and feels so good at the same time that he thinks he can feel it in his fingers and toes, in his hair follicles. He pictures the bruise from the biting kiss and moans hoarsely.
Jinki licks at the fresh bite mark slowly, loving the look of it against Taemin's pale skin. He loves even more the way Taemin is moaning, a new and rougher sound to it than before. He lifts his head and looks into Taemin's dark eyes.
"Did you like that, aegi?" he demands softly.
Taemin can feel the mark burning through his being and wishes he could run a hand over the outline of Jinki's teeth, feel the heat of it on his skin. He shifts restlessly instead, giving Jinki a smoldering look, pulling at the cuffs binding his wrists. "So much...so much, please...more," he answers breathlessly.
Jinki smiles at Taemin and kisses him softly on the mouth before pulling away to place another slow kiss that becomes a firm bite on the side of his hip. He licks and kisses at the spot before moving on to find another perfect place for a bruising bite mark on Taemin's flawless body.
Each time the pleasure sizzles higher, the pain transmuting until Taemin thinks any second he may come undone just from the marks Jinki is speckling over his skin. He cries out, again and again, soft breathless shrieks dying into sensual whimpers. He thinks the sensations are going straight to his cock; Taemin can feel himself twitch, feel the sticky drops of pre-come seep out of himself as the arousal gets more and more intense.
Jinki stops when he's spread out 6 bruising marks on Taemin's lower body, pausing to kiss his boy's lips and taste the pleasure-pain like honey in his mouth. He feels a quivering rush of power, and of tenderness as Taemin kisses him back hungrily, and yet so sweetly. Jinki runs his tongue over Taemin's teeth, the inside of his lip before pulling back again.
"Sexy boy," he breathes and pauses to pull off the leather jacket, dumping it off the side of the bed without taking his eyes off of Taemin for an instant. "I wish I could take pictures of you like this, frame you perfectly." His fingertips rip at the buttons on his shirt, loosening half of them before he swarms back over Taemin and this time lets his lower body come to rest firmly over his lover's.
"Jinki...Jinki...oh please, Jinki..." Taemin murmurs, his vision is spangled with white and red stars and all he can think about is Jinki and how he's burning up for the older man in every way possible. He arches up hard and tight at the press of the smooth leather pants, and Jinki's muscular perfection beneath it. The hard bulge of Jinki's cock is tantalizing and Taemin thinks he could come just from rubbing himself against that proof of his Master's desire. There are no words for the broken, pleading, overtly sexual sounds he makes, wrapping his legs around Jinki's body as best he can.
"You feel so good," Taemin frets, his head tossing back and forth on the bed as he tugs at the bindings on his wrists unconsciously.
"Not yet," Jinki answers, reaching to smooth one hand over Taemin's wrist and forearm and elbow. He lets Taemin squirm against him, shifting to slide a leather clad thigh between Taemin's long legs to provide more pressure just where Taemin wants it. There's something luridly satisfying about having his boy writhing and needy beneath him. Nevertheless, he keeps up the minute exploration of Taemin's upper body and whispers into Taemin's ear.
"I want you to wait, aegi. I want you to suffer for me, just a little, until I'm in you. I want to feel you coming undone on me..." Jinki purrs the words, veiling the order in softness and seduction, loving the way Taemin mewls in protest.
"Jinki please...I could come right now, please..." Taemin begs shamelessly, unable to stop himself from grinding up against that firm hard thigh and the luscious line of Jinki's cock and not even sure he can control himself as much as Jinki wants. He's already so hard, so aroused.
Scrolling fingers slide over Taemin's shoulders and pectorals, easing down to find his small sensitive nipples. Jinki pinches them softly and then harder when Taemin throws his head back and wails in pleasured agony. "I could help you if you have a problem," Jinki taunts softly, trailing his lips down Taemin's sternum and drinking in the little hiss from his boy.
"You mean...oh God..." Taemin licks his lips and tries again to make himself unwind his legs from around Jinki's hips, make himself hold still but it's useless. He wants, needs, burns too badly and Jinki is temptation personified, always has been.
"I mean...I could slip a cock ring on you," Jinki says boldly, leaning on his elbows and watching Taemin's face. "Imagine if even your cock was locked to me...imagine how it would feel, aegi." It makes him a little shaky just thinking about controlling Taemin's orgasms that fully, and the rage of desire in his system is almost painful. Jinki presses his lips to the mark on Taemin's neck and growls softly, a low and primal noise that rumbles in his chest.
Taemin shudders, his toes curling against the sheets and his fingers digging crescent marks into his palms. His imagination paints images on the insides of his eyelids, all centering around that one concept, of being locked to Jinki in one more way. He sobs softly, arching his back harder into Jinki's body. "Oh fuck...fuck... fuck... yes...if you want me....please..." He clings on to the last threads of his self-control, almost praying for his Master to put the ring on before he loses his mind.
Jinki can't help himself, he really can't...he's had a lot of fantasies ever since this started between them, but Taemin is so much more responsive, so much more submissive than he could have imagined. He slips his hand down between them, wrapping his fingers firmly around the base of Taemin's arousal-wet erection. His mouth is on Taemin's shoulder, pressing another slow, firm bite mark into the smooth pale skin.
Taemin cries out in a lush mingling of frustration and passion, pain and delight, jerking his hips up against Jinki's firm grip. The voluptuous sensation of rapture delayed swells in him and makes him sob, squirming harder. "Oh my God, oh Jinki...please...." At this point, it almost doesn't matter what it is he's begging for, as long as the words escape, soft and heated like steam releasing from a boiling kettle.
Jinki purrs at the response he gets, loving the way he can pull out such intensity from Taemin with barely more than a touch. He could wrap himself in this silken burn, wear it like a cape. He kisses Taemin's throat and reaches to the bed side drawer, searching for just a moment before he brings out a small intricately decorated box. He sets this beside Taemin's hip and opens it deftly, sliding his tongue across the first mark placed on his boy's neck delicately.
"Now," he tells Taemin, pulling back slowly until he is once more kneeling between Taemin's pale, kiss and bite bruised thighs. "I'm going to put this on you, aegi," Jinki says quietly, waiting until Taemin's darkened gaze fastens on him. Jinki looks down at Taemin's groin, dragging his teeth over his lower lip at the sight of Taemin's full erection and sliding his fingers once from base to tip and back again, dampening his skin with the sticky fluid smeared over Taemin's cock.
It would be so easy, so very, very easy to let himself fall over the edge with Jinki's fingers caressing him so delicately. Taemin gathers breath, wanting to scream with the frustration and lust twisting his insides into knots. He gazes up at his Master, his lover and knowing what Jinki wants, finds himself resisting the possibility of disobeying that wish even harder. That doesn't stop him from rolling his pelvis upwards, from whining low in his throat.
"Hurry, please...." he whispers roughly, swallowing hard.
Jinki smiles at Taemin, the smile sexy and seductive around the edges of the usual sweetness and carefully fits the slim contraption of leather and steel over Taemin's cock. The band slides down and settles right at the base, tightening slightly before the buckle fastens. Jinki drinks in the sight of Taemin's head thrown back, his spine curving upwards in instinctive denial of the restriction and the helpless little whimper that Taemin breathes out between them.
Taemin decides in that moment that the cock ring is the most fiendish creation on the planet. The feel of the soft glove leather wrapped around him instantly makes him want to come that much more intensely. He would claw at the sheets, at Jinki's body if his hands were free and for a moment, Taemin almost can't bear this level of sheer unadulterated hunger. He frets and twists, jerking at the bonds on his wrists and whimpering again and again as the sensation of being bound so intimately ravishes his senses.
"God..." Jinki hisses, unashamedly watching, drinking in every sultry fever-ridden little motion and sound. "You have no idea how you look, so gorgeous and so hot for me." He bends back over Taemin and begins to kiss and lick his way over each of Taemin's nipples. "Tell me what you want," he asks, demands, pressing a fresh bite to the inside of Taemin's forearm after a few moments.
He can't get enough of the taste and feel of his boy's skin under his mouth, bruising up so sweetly under his teeth. "Tell me what you need, baby, I want to hear you telling me exactly what you need." Jinki is softly merciless, pressing more bites into Taemin's skin between languorous licks and lush kisses.
What is language, what is speech? Taemin almost can't remember. He's so delirious, euphoric with a rush of endorphins from the bruises planted on his skin. It takes him several minutes to find his tongue, to find words welling up onto his lips. His world is burning, shrunken to nothing more than Jinki and the incandescent spiraling possession he feels from his Master.
"Fuck me, Jinki," he bursts out, his voice rough and pitched too high. "Don't you even know how badly I want you to fuck me...I want you in me, all over me....slow...so slow....so I can feel it." Taemin licks his lips as he speaks, his body moving invitingly as if the very thought of what he wants is almost unbearable.
"More...tell me more," Jinki insists, using one hand to unfasten the tight buttons on the leather pants. A faint noise accompanies the release of each one, leather squeaking faintly. "Tell me what makes you sweat when you're alone. Tell me what makes you text me with sexy pictures when we're apart." Jinki smiles to himself as Taemin gasps...eyeing him from under heavy lashes, his eyes glassy and dark.
"Not...not fair," Taemin stutters, remembering that incident through a haze. "You were gone...so long....I couldn't stand it..." He's pouting even in the fierce heat boiling in his veins; eyes dropping automatically to the slowly opening line of buttons on Jinki's pants. He can't help but jerk at the cuffs again, and shiver with delight when they don't give at all.
"Mmmm, those pictures you sent me weren't fair either, aegi," Jinki answers, pausing in the act of opening his pants to push the little box the cock ring came in off the bed with a small clatter, then dip into the drawer again. "The phone sex afterwards was fun though," he teases, hand retreating with the bottle of banana scented lube that's stashed in there.
"Now tell me what you were thinking about, just before I called. Tell me what my pretty boy thinks about when you're alone and needing me."
Taemin licks his lips and gazes at the small bottle with longing fondness. The sooner Jinki slicks them both with the fluid, the sooner he can have what he craves the most. "Jinki..." He shifts his gaze to Jinki's demanding expression and sighs, stretching out the lines of his body and then closing his eyes.
"You know what I want most...you always know," he murmurs, lips forming a slight pout as the heat inside him seems to die just a little, giving him a little more head room for coherent thought. He runs the sole of his bare foot against Jinki's hip hopefully, savoring the firm solid warmth of Jinki's body and the smoothness of the hide contrasting with the cool studs along the sides of the pants.
"Aegi...answer me," Jinki insists. His expression is indulgent but there is something stern and undeniable about his eyes.
Taemin shivers at that look. "You make me say this...but you've heard it before," he says, tilting his head to one side, pretty auburn strands of hair falling across his cheek, veiling his face. "I was thinking how nothing ...nothing can make me feel so...sexual...so completely...taken in the sexual sense as you...you pushing that fucking great big cock into me. Sometimes I think I'll come just from the way you do it...it's so ...it's like torture and the best thing I've ever felt."
If he wasn't so completely enthralled with Jinki, dizzy and feverish with it, he knows he'd be blushing by now. But Taemin's whole body is flushed anyway and the look in Jinki's eyes, on his face is almost worth it. He turns his head and gazes at his Master, his lover, through the veil of his hair. "So please, please, please...Master...will you please fuck me before I die from wanting it so badly," he breathes, a shudder passing through him.
Jinki feels a hard and deep shudder of excitement roll over him at Taemin's soft voiced words, the way he looks. He has heard it before, but there's something so incendiary about the confession that he loves hearing it, seeing the way Taemin looks and sounds when he speaks of it.
It's his turn to lick his lips and he does, reaching to softly brush the hair from Taemin's face and giving him a slow smile. "Do you have any idea what hearing you talk like that does to me? How much I love the way you say it, the way I can tell it makes you hot all over just saying you want me that way." He kisses Taemin's lips sweetly, then harder, letting some fraction of his own burning hunger escape between their mouths like some treat shared.
Leaning back then, he smiles at Taemin tenderly for just a moment before his expression changes to something more...Taemin thinks of it as Jinki's Dominant face and it excites him almost painfully even when he's calm. Now, he twists up hard against his bonds and isn't sure whether he's grateful for the cock ring or hates it with all his heart. At this moment, just looking at Jinki with that expression, so beautiful and so powerful, he's sure he'd be coming automatically right now.
Taemin whimpers, legs pressing in tight against Jinki's firm thighs and toes curling. "Whatever you want, Jinki...take it...please...." he pants, chest rising and falling hard. He goes silent then except for the little restless sounds that don't really let up as it seems every second stretches out for a small eternity.
Jinki purrs wordlessly, blinking a couple of times just because the sight and sound of Taemin's lush extremity of desire is almost too beautiful to stand. If he could, he'd frame this moment, keep it for his own private delight. But he can only try to store it in his memory, as he pours a generous amount of the lube over his fingertips, filling the room with the scent of artificial bananas.
He doesn't hesitate, slipping one hand between Taemin's thighs, beneath his arching hips and letting the first finger slip around Taemin's small opening and popping through into the tight heat beyond. He pushes forward, watching Taemin's face as he slowly and thoroughly fills Taemin's body with first one finger and then two.
"You're so tight, always so tight...kills me," he mutters, shifting them so Taemin's lower back and upper hips are braced on his thighs. The position lets Taemin wind his long legs around Jinki's hips and puts their bodies in a near perfect alignment though his erection is still veiled in the damp black cotton of his boxers and the leather pants sag against his hips.
Taemin rolls his hips with wanton enthusiasm, eyes closed tightly against the ravishing spangle of heat behind his eyelids. Jinki always seems to know just how to touch him to drive him stark, raving mad and those firm fingers inside his ass are stroking him just so. He's shivering with the pleasure and the great yawning hunger for still more. He's mewling breathlessly, sweating and twisting with utter abandon.
"Need it...need it..." he chants, "Jinki...oh God..."
This is another moment Jinki wants to frame and he suddenly leans over Taemin, twisting his fingers together just so deep inside Taemin's body. "Need what?....say it....I want to hear you say it... " He licks his lips, watching Taemin squirm voluptuously against his hand. "I love to see you like this...you're so beautiful when you're so cock hungry. Say it for me, Taemin."
Taemin whines low in his throat. He's Jinki's prisoner and that both feels so good and is almost hellishly tormenting. He's certain he's never been so desperately aroused in his life and is also sure his Master isn't about to take pity on him until he chooses to do so. The waiting is both delicious and absolutely miserable and every inhibition he's ever owned has been washed away in passion.
"Need your cock, J-jinki...Need it...need you to fuck me, p-please....M-Master...Oh God...need it..." Taemin is stuttering, sobbing the words before he even realizes it, and there's something almost unbearably sweet about saying them and knowing they are pleasing the one person he loves most in the world.
Jinki growls, there's no other word for the rough, snarling sound he makes. In moments, his boxers are shoved out of the way and the banana lube is drizzled over the long thick line of his flagrant erection. He pulls Taemin closer to him, almost to the limits of the chain that links the cuffs and begins the slow insistent fit of his body within Taemin's. There are almost no words to describe the sublime sensation that floods over him.
Taemin thinks he truly might faint from this much pleasure. His whole body, his whole being is so eaten up with desire that the long, slow glide of Jinki's cock inside him floods him with a maddening rapture. He twists and thinks he cries out, pushing himself against the lingering entry, straining with the absolute necessity of getting more. Taemin's mind is nothing but a red roaring haze, punctuated by the clasp of the cock ring that seems to keep him teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"God...Yes..." Jinki breathes, letting a fraction of his iron-clad self control slip. Every small flex and twitch of Taemin's body floods him with fresh unbearable sensations. Taemin's passage is so tight, squeezing him unrelentingly as he fits himself firmly as deeply as he can. Jinki rolls his hips slowly, grinding against Taemin and loving the brokenly wanton little cry that Taemin lets out to the air.
He leans forward, forcing Taemin's body to fold, and one of his boy's long legs drapes over his shoulder, the other falling around his hip in a jangle of ankle bells. The sound is the perfect punctuation to Taemin's near scream of passionate fervor. The new position allows him to drive deeper, grinding there a moment before he pulls back as slowly as he can bear.
"Jinki, Jinki, Jinki, yes, yes...oh God..." Taemin is incoherent, breathlessly crying out over and over again. The luscious intensity of Jinki physically possessing him like this is like nothing else on earth and he's mindless with the lavish splendor of his own sensations. He stares up at Jinki's handsome face, his muscular tension and the way his body moves with precision and wants to cry it's so beautifully perfect.
The new position has him begging, stumbling over the words, caught between hating every lingering, tormenting withdrawal and the way each fresh full thrust has him craving orgasm like an addict desperate for a hit. He squeezes his body at Jinki's cock, lustful and adoring, rolling his hips up as much as the position will let him and shuddering from head to toe at the near savage tingling that spreads over him at the full on drag against his prostate.
"Please, please, please....don't stop, don't ever stop," Taemin hears himself cry through the dark roaring in his ears.
In those endless moments when instinct is taking him over despite every intention in his mind, when his thrusts speed up, Jinki thinks that he could die, his heart could burst from this much raw, salacious ecstasy. His body works like a well-oiled machine, sweat sliding down his biceps and hips while he drives himself into Taemin's clenching heat with fever fueled power. He watches Taemin's face adoringly at the same time he gazes at him with utter possessive savagery. All he can think is a mixture of complete love and primal passion.
"Scream for me, Taemin," he hisses, fingers finally fumbling at the strip of leather coated steel to drop it free from Taemin's reddened swollen cock. He strokes his boy almost gently, teeth drawn back as he rolls his hips and thrusts that much harder. "Come for me."
"Oh, God," Taemin gasps, for one heart-stopping endless moment caught waiting, waiting, waiting when the cock ring slips free and Jinki's fingers caress his aching length so lovingly. He can't breathe for staring up at Jinki's animal beauty, for loving him with every inch of his body, every finger, every toe, every eyelash loves his Master completely.
He screams then, throwing his head back and going completely still in a taut curved line of flesh and bone as the long-delayed carnal rip-tide explodes through him in a series of hard spasms. Ribbons and floods of his come spatters over Jinki's hand, both their stomachs and chests. Taemin shakes, clenched tight as a fist over Jinki's cock, the scream followed by softer shrieks and utterly debauched whimpers. He's never had such a strong and deep orgasm in his life and it leaves him with a series of after shocks in a rush of white noise and euphoria.
"Mine. You're fucking mine, Taemin" Jinki says the words in triumph as he watches and feels and hears Taemin's bliss cascade over him in a literal flood; his own rising desperation postponed in simply loving Taemin for those few moments. He lets his boy ride out the shudders, knowing he'll never, ever forget Taemin's expression, the sounds he makes.
"I love you, aegi," he says more softly, beginning to move again in a hard, fast rhythm. "I love you, I love you," Jinki repeats, closing his eyes and snarling when his own fever breaks over him quickly now after the long hungry wait. His orgasm is almost too good, a heartbeat from painful and he cries out roughly, working himself in Taemin's tight heat as his come erupts out of him in a harsh jerking wave.
He's panting and boneless when the spasms finally leave him and for a few moments, Jinki can't move. His body simply won't move in the aftershocks of complete satiation. "I love you," he finally says, the words barely audible. He moves carefully, easing himself free of Taemin's body with a shiver and moving to lay beside his boy, gathering Taemin's still cuffed form close into his side, pausing a moment to kick off the rest of clothes and using his shirt for a quick lazy wipedown on them both..
"Oh, Jinki," Taemin breathes, smiling with absolute pride as he watches his Master, his darling Jinki come above him, feels the heat and power of it. He did that, he thinks almost thickly, his mind seeming to be about the consistency of pudding. He purrs low in his throat and would kiss and lick at Jinki's face if he could reach it...positively pleased to his toes at Jinki's pleasure.
He sighs happily, stretching languorously when Jinki finally curls around him, holding him tight. "I love you too, Master," Taemin says, turning his head and licking at the sweat on Jinki's cheek. He's not a bit concerned with lingering stickiness, with anything at all. The cloud of euphoria he's floating on is the best thing he's ever felt and he has everything he could possibly want.
Purring like a kitten, Taemin snuggles his body into Jinki's and sighs. His cuffed wrists even feel good, as good as the collar on his throat. Closing his eyes, Taemin simply drifts in complete love.
Jinki softly kisses the mark on Taemin's throat above his collar and hugs his boy a little closer. Letting the soft wave of contentment spread through him.
One more note: This is ONE kind of d/s relationship. There are as many different kinds of d/s relationships or bdsm relationships as there are people involved in them. YMMV.