Taemin's Mojo
So, because of a very serious and terrible condition I have called Social Anxiety that basically gave me a very bad case of the shakes and sweats and terror and ridiculousness, I didn't get to go to meet friends this weekend.
I can't apologize enough, even though I tried my hardest to keep going in preparation to go. In fact my suitcase is still sitting in my living room mostly packed because unpacking it seems so...sad.
Anyway, so I decided I could at least finish a fic that I've been working on. It's none of my requests or auction fics and I'm sorry for that, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway. I hereby dedicate this fic to my friends and to my auction winner friends with much affection and hope that you will trust in me to keep writing and get your things done too.
What started it was a series of pictures which I will link here for your perusal. You may have seen them before, but they are too good and too big for me to just blop in my journal.
Pic 1, please take note of Taemin's expression, his pants and Key's velvet coat.
Pic 2 please take note of Jinki's hands and his expression in particular.
Pic 3 Jinki, dear Lord, i hate his clothes but he's so...
Pic 4 Taemin, again the expression, the pants and that tee shirt. It will come up in the fic.
Pic 5 Minho. I'll get back to his red trench coat and his come hither look.
Pic 6 Key...Velvet jacket, need I say more?
Pic 7 ot5, best argument I have seen to date for a SHINee ot5. Please note Taemin's come hithery position on the ladder, the little tease.
So, the provenance of this fic is that I saw these pics and was discussing them with friends and came to the conclusion that a) there was evidence of some Key and MinHo hanky and panky going on there. and b) that Taemin has undoubtedly found his mojo and c) that Jinki is in big big trouble.
so here it is.
Title: Taemin's Mojo
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 4719
Genre: Romantic Sex with some power exchange overtones
Rating: NC17
Summary: SHINee is in promotions in Japan and Jinki has decreed that this means no sex between he and Taemin for a lot of logical reasons. Taemin begins to have issues with the restraint and both discovers his own attractions and finally decides to do something about Jinki's decision.
Warnings: Without being overt about it, Jinki is the dominant party in the relationship for the most part. There's some swearing and boy x boy sex. That's about it.
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Notes: For those keeping track, I think this could loosely be considered to live in the Shots timeline somewhere without being deliberately there..
Jinki doesn't talk about it much; what would he say anyway? Nevertheless, Taemin's new hair style and the little bit of swagger in his walk that seems to have come with it is killing him by inches. It's odd, he tells himself, watching the younger from the corner of his eye as he runs through some dance steps while they are standing around letting a bevy of coordinoonas pat them with sponges and dab them with various cosmetics. The short hair wasn't what he would have chosen, but something about it just makes Taemin so much ....hotter. As if he needed to be any hotter than he already was.
They are officially in promotions now, and Jinki's done his best to keep his hands strictly to himself. Not that Taemin is any happier about that effort than he is; but they are in another country and with a lot of people who don't know them and even though he's pretty sure management keeps things very private around he and Taemin, - around all of them - the last thing anyone wants is rumors starting.
He sighs. It would be nice though if Taemin would help him with his discretionary efforts. Honestly, for ten minutes of privacy and the chance to wreck Taemin in the most pleasurable way possible, Jinki would find a reason to get the younger alone right this second. Jinki growls under his breath and determinedly turns his attention to something else. That harmony line that he and Jjong were working on earlier, for example, might work and he taps his fingertips against his own thigh as he imagines the notes on the paper.
...
Taemin casts a half-resentful, half-longing glance at Jinki and spins on the balls of his feet. This is just not going to work. At all. Jinki doesn't listen to arguing; well okay, he listens but then he does just exactly what he's decided to do. Taemin kicks at the wall lightly with the toe of one fashionable boot and tucks his fingers behind his back. Most of the time, Jinki's determination and will-power are things Taemin admires about his boyfriend. Right now, however, Taemin hates them with a shrieking passion.
He still doesn't know how Jinki manages to seem friendly, under control and collected. Taemin, by contrast, is distinctly hot under the collar (and everywhere else) and he's just irritable enough to want to see Jinki look disturbed too, damnit.
...
Two hours, fifteen minutes, thirty five seconds. That's how long it's been while they change and pose and get primped and start the whole thing over again. Jinki knows this because there's a clock on the wall behind the photographers and the lights and he sees it every so often as they move around. Staring at the clock in between times is way better than staring at Taemin, which he finds himself doing every time he's not carefully NOT looking at Taemin. There is nothing about Taemin's look right now that doesn't twist his nerves in knots and pluck at every shred of libido he possesses.
Jinki finds himself opening and closing his hands over and over again. It helps ease the almost physical itch he feels to haul Taemin out of the room and into the first broom closet or elevator or stairwell he is able to find. He has to actually turn away for a few minutes when Taemin walks out in those jeans. The soft worn and tattered denim looks painted on and the fierce primal rush that slams into him takes Jinki from hard but bearable to capable of pounding nails with his cock in less than five seconds.
He grabs hold of Key who happens to be standing there and mutters under his breath. "Just stand here a minute will you please?" Jinki takes a few deep breaths until he can contemplate moving around without actual loss of important parts of his anatomy and manages not to whimper.
Key only nods and pats him lightly on the shoulder. "Taemin's found his mojo," he murmurs quietly. "You're in a whole lot of trouble." There's a faint smirk in Key's knowing eyes and Jinki lifts his shoulders in a helpless shrug as he steps back.
"I'm doomed," Jinki answers and squints his eyes, peering at Taemin. Only half-seeing his boyfriend is actually almost doable. Almost.
...
Taemin grins to himself as he glances over to where Jinki seems to be in a huddle with Key about something. The expression in Jinki's dark eyes makes butterflies spring to life in his midsection and the whole rest of his body prickle with goose bumps. The twenty minutes it took him to wiggle into these jeans were worth every second to get that look from the older man. He plucks at the tee shirt that one of the stylists tossed over his head, only just now noticing that the familiar Pepsi logo reads Sexsi on the shirt. Yeah, take that Jinki, he thinks and rocks a bit on the soles of his feet.
Taemin's the first one on the ladder when it's placed against the wall, rocking it a little before he settles over the top of it with easy grace. It's a little uncomfortable but the way Jinki's stare intensifies to the point that it almost burns when it skates over Taemin's face is worth it. Taemin licks his lips and watches the older man as if he's the only one in the room when he settles down against the ladder to one side of Taemin. For a moment, a bare fraction of an instant, there's a warm hand on Taemin's thigh and that brief contact has him biting the inside of his cheek and nearly quivering with want.
The rest of the shoot goes by in a blur for Taemin. He knows that the rest of his hyungs are there, that Key half hugs him for a moment as he steps off the ladder, the velvet of his jacket a sensual brush against Taemin's hand. He hears Jjong and Minho joking about something but none of it really sinks in. What matters is the smoldering look Jinki hasn't lost since he walked out in these jeans and the way Taemin is ninety five percent certain that means that the hands off policy has been tossed out the window. He's almost ready to start praying that's the case.
It's a relief to change back into looser pants, but Taemin keeps the shirt and jacket. The clothes are only part of several racks their stylists hauled to the photo studio anyway. He pauses to check their schedule and finds himself gnawing anxiously on his lip when he realizes there's nothing left for them to do for the next few hours. Taemin glances at Jinki and wonders if that means they can lock themselves in Jinki's room for a while.
...
Jinki has a plan. Well, actually, he has had several plans over the last forty five minutes that finished up the photo shoot. Most of them are impossible, crazy, or even dangerous, but that doesn't mean they weren't at least briefly entertaining. The one with Taemin tied to the ladder, that one was especially distracting. Never mind, he has a new plan. This plan wins over all other plans because it's possible and involves showing Taemin how he feels about those jeans.
Almost without thinking about it, as soon as he's back in his own comfortable clothes, his hand shoots out and wraps itself around Taemin's slender wrist. Jinki makes it look casual, nothing special, but neither does he let go as the five of them make their way out to the waiting van. He makes sure that he and Taemin end up in the rearmost seats though he doesn't say a word to his boyfriend. He has a notebook out almost the minute they are seated and uses his free hand to flip pages, never letting go of Taemin the whole time.
He's too distractable ...no, too distracted by Taemin right now to get any work done but he likes the slightly uncertain look in Taemin's eyes that has replaced his air of self-posession. Taemin may have discovered just how tantalising he actually is, but he's not so confident about it just yet. Jinki smiles a little to himself when his boyfriend tries very gently to pull his wrist out of Jinki's grip only to find it isn't going anywhere.
"Jinki?" Taemin whispers after a little while.
"Yes?" Jinki answers, giving Taemin a serious look and trying hard not to look as on edge as he feels.
Taemin swallows and gives his wrist another small tug. "Are you mad at me?" he asks in a small voice. He thought he knew pretty much Jinki's every mood but he's just not quite sure what's going on in the older man's head this time. The warm firm loop of fingers around his wrist is comforting and yet disturbing somehow. And beneath everything else is the prickling, throbbing heat of arousal.
"Why would I be mad at you?" Jinki asks, sliding his thumb down to smooth it lightly over the inside of Taemin's palm. He leans closer and drops his voice to a near whisper. "Just because you were working those jeans in a way that ought to be illegal. Why would I be mad about that?"
"Jinki..." Taemin's head drops against the back of the seat. Jinki's voice is so deep, so sensual when he chooses to use it and he's using it now. Taemin's hips lift off the seat for a moment and drop again; but he's shivering with reaction to that tone, the words almost dont' matter.
"You've been ignoring me," Taemin manages after a few deep breaths. "I hate when you ignore me."
"I never ignore you, Taemin," Jinki denies immediately, gently nudging Taemin's hand to unfold and continuing to caress the sensitive palm. "I love you. I couldn't ignore you if I tried. I just... you're like...like strawberries and chocolate to me. If I look too long, then I want to touch. And if I touch, then I want to taste. And if I taste..."
Jinki lets the words trail off, nuzzling his nose in beneath Taemin's ear and licking the warm skin there softly. "Then I want to devour you," he breathes into Taemin's ear, low and a little hoarse.
Taemin can't breathe. He honestly can't drag in another breath, Jinki's turning everything around with nothing more than his touch and his voice and soft words. He bites his lip hard and squirms as much as he dares in the seat. "Jinki...," it's almost a whine, his boyfriend's name.
"I can't stand it. I really, I can't..." he confesses, tipping his head sideways to invite Jinki's lips and tongue further.
"I'm getting that," Jinki answers, the words warmed by the rich tone of his voice. "I see I'll have to handle things differently to keep you under control." Jinki pulls back and smirks a bit at Taemin, reaching to brush the deep red strands off Taemin's brow.
"It's your fault," Taemin pouts, lifting his head and lapping quickly at Jinki's fingertips. "We've never been apart this long..." He lets the words trail off, Jinki knows as well as he does that the past days have been the longest the two of them have been physically apart, in any sense, since there was a them.
"If I could, I'd keep you under lock and key, I swear I would," Jinki murmurs, pulling his hand back. "You walk around looking like sex on legs and you make my life very, very...hard." He smirks again and folds his arms. They aren't far now from where they are staying and he's counting the seconds.
"Nnng," Taemin whimpers half-under his breath. "I love making your life...hard," he whispers. "I love it when you get possessive. Please," Taemin breaks off and bites his lip, looking away from Jinki's smoldering dark eyes.
Jinki doesn't say anything more. He takes Taemin's hand back though, holding it loosely until the van is safely parked. When they all are standing in the parking lot, he smiles at the others.
"Taemin and I need to talk," he says smoothly. "We'll order some food and hang out in my room." This is code for, "Do Not Disturb". Jinki doesn't wait for the others to nod before he leads the way towards the elevators, a hand lightly resting on Taemin's back.
They are going in through the private entrance to avoid fans and reporters alike but Jinki keeps things restrained despite the tingling heat passing between he and Taemin from the slightest bit of contact. He waits for his boyfriend to step into the bedroom that he has to himself, then closes the door with a small click that nevertheless seems extremely loud.
Stepping past Taemin with a brush of fingertips against the younger man's smooch cheekbone, he sits down on one of the double beds and leans back a little on his hands. Dark eyes slide from Taemin's small socked feet and up his long legs to his slim hips and then upwards again. "Take off your shirt, aegi," he suggests with a little gesture of one hand and a slow smile.
...
Taemin is breathless, sweat dampening his skin just from the anticipation rising up to nearly suffocate him. He feels the slow burn from Jinki like a touch and licks his lips, knowing better than to even try to hurry the older man along. He snaps his head to one side, flipping the long slide of ruby red bangs off his forehead and obediently slips off the loose jacket he's wearing, letting it slide sensuously down his arms and catching it with one hand. Taemin pivots automatically, and drapes the jacket over one of the two chairs set beside a table in one corner. He glances at Jinki over his shoulder to check the result of this move and shivers with the avid interest lighting his boyfriend's face.
"More," Jinki breathes softly. There are a few things he could never really tire of in this life. One of those things is watching Taemin simply...move. He shifts on the mattress slightly, parting his thighs a bit wider to accomodate the deep throb of arousal he feels. His eyes never leave Taemin for an instant as the slender and lithe figure makes slipping out of the tee shirt into something wickedly erotic. "You're such a little tease, Taemin," Jinki accuses roughly, watching Taemin drop to his knees in a movement so sexually charged it makes his teeth ache with desire.
"Not teasing," Taemin answers, eyeing Jinki from beneath his bangs. "You know what I..." he breaks off and shakes his head. The cool air on his chest and back feels delicious, but the skin tight jeans are starting to be torturous. Still holding Jinki's eyes, Taemin slowly smoothes his hands down his own thighs. He curls his fingers to drag his nail back upwards and whines softly in his throat.
"Want you," the younger man breathes, fluidly arching his back and lifting his hips upward. The soft snug denim of his jeans outlines the hard erection beneath, making the movement that much more highly charged.
"God!" Jinki climbs off the bed and takes the few steps across the floor to fall beside Taemin. He pushes his boyfriend down on the floor without hesitation and slips one knee between parted thighs, bracing himself with one hand. His head drops to allow him to lick a glistening trail down Taemin's sternum while his fingers begin working on the button and zipper of Taemin's fly.
Taemin moans, sprawling across the floor and immediately enchanted by the firm pressure of Jinki's muscled thigh. He's caught digging his nails roughly into the back of Jinki's shirt, rucking up the material while his whole body seems to seize for a moment. Pure pleasure mingled with feverish hunger makes him work his hips and thighs against Jinki in a wanton series of undulations.
Jinki lifts his head as he finally gets the fly of Taemin's tight jeans open, shoving the material down his boyfriend's hips along with the underwear beneath them. "You are such a tease," Jinki repeats, dropping bites and kisses against one sharp hipbone and then the other. "Walking around in these jeans, and those shredded pants...flashing me your thighs and rolling your sexy hips and
spreading your legs with that hot little strut ..."
He breaks off, methodically working the fabric down Taemin's thighs. It's a bit of a struggle but eventually, Jinki has Taemin naked on the floor. He grins and stands, pulling Taemin with him to half toss him across the nearest bed.
Taemin has a bite mark on his hip and another on his thigh and he falls across the bed with a soft bounce and makes a cranky noise in his throat. He's lost the contact with Jinki and that feels as if he's lost something absolutely vital to his existence. He rolls over and slinks as seductively as he can up higher on the bed to grab a pillow, his rounded ass is in the air and his thighs are parted and it makes Taemin blush how wantonly he's behaving but that doesn't stop him from turning his head to peek at Jinki over his shoulder hopefully.
Shaking his head and ogling Taemin's sultry movements blatantly, Jinki rips off his jacket and shirt. He lets them drop where they fall and prowls after Taemin, one hand sliding down to loosen the button and zipper of his fly though he doesn't take his jeans off yet. Crawling up over Taemin's lithe bare body, Jinki places another bite on the back of Taemin's shoulder.
Almost shuddering with anticipation and desire, Taemin arches his back and hisses at the feel of Jinki's body covering his own. "God...you love to torture me," he complains, gathering up folds of the sheets in his hands and twisting them. His cock is so hard, has been for so long and the waiting is making him twitch and seep with fluid.
Jinki slides his hands over Taemin's sides and down over his ass and thighs, caressing and exploring every inch of smooth pale skin he can reach. "You're the one flaunting yourself at me," he growls quietly, his voice almost rumbling in his chest.
He pulls back long enough to wrench his jeans and boxers off, then reaches to pull Taemin up until he's kneeling on the bed. "You looked like you were enjoying showing me what I've been missing," he adds, looking into Taemin's eyes from the side.
"Jiiinki...." Taemin whines softly. Every little movement, every little breath seems to make him ache and pulse and throb a little more fiercely. He's so eager right now, letting his adoring lustful gaze slide down Jinki's firm body to linger on his beautifully hard erection. He trembles just looking at his lover's cock and reaches out to touch him.
Catching Taemin's hand before it connects, Jinki smiles at Taemin and lifts his boyfriend's hand to Taemin's own softly parted lips. "Show me more," he invites, pressing Taemin's index finger against his mouth.
Automatically, Taemin's lips part and he takes his fingertip into his mouth, allowing Jinki to push his hand forward until the first two fingers of his hand are in his mouth. He stares mesmerised into Jinki's burning gaze and sucks at them, working them. It's almost a shock when Jinki's big hand curls around his erection and Taemin loses a few pulse-pounding seconds in arching his hips, pushing himself through the loose hold of knowing fingers.
"No, baby," Jinki admonishes softly through the rush of blood in Taemin's ears. His hand squeezes firmly at the base of Taemin's cock, drawing a frustrated moan from Taemin's lips.
"Show me more," he says again and licks at Taemin's throat slowly, his other arm half supporting Taemin's enflamed form.
Taemin forces heavy lids to lift and finds himself meeting a scalding deep look from Jinki. There's an insistence that Taemin can't deny in that look, not that he would even if he could. He slips his damp fingers back, bracing himself against Jinki's body and his free hand on the mattress. A hot surge of blood turns his cheeks rosy but that doesn't stop him from forcing both fingers to press just inside his small opening.
There's something so decadent about what he's doing, and his desire is too intense now. The fingers inch deeper, slow and steady. He needs more lubrication and Taemin gasps over and over again, small high pitched exhalations as he works himself open. He's almost dizzy with what he's doing, with the throbbing ache of primal need and doesn't even see where Jinki gets the lube from. He only feels a finger bigger than his own slick with the vanilla scented stuff circling his opening then pushing in alongside Taemin's two.
"Oh God, Jinki." Taemin feels delirious, fiercely sexual and he rolls his hips in fluid, hot-blooded jerks against the intrusions.
Jinki wishes for one blood boiling minute that he could film this. The way Taemin is moving, the way he forces his own fingers deeper and letting Jinki's own work itself further and further. It's so exquisite, and seductively dirty and he's throbbing painfully at the tight clutch of those muscles around their fingers. "I love when you get so hot for me like this," he breathes, kissing Taemin's shoulder.
Taemin feels screams reaching his lips but all that comes out are small strung out whimpers. Verbalizing seems too difficult right now but he pushes harder against his own fingers and Jinki's A hard arch takes him over when Jinki slips another slick finger into him, forcing those already there deeper, the friction just enough to have him seeing stars. His cock pulses and he wants to claw at his lover for holding him back, forcing him to wait longer for the culmination that seems just out of reach.
Jinki gently eases Taemin's hand aside and puts the younger man back on his knees, head low and ass arched upward. "You need me to fuck you don't you?" he asks softly, knowing exactly what Taemin wants to hear, needs to hear as he lines himself up with the stretched hole waiting for him. He's shaking as well as Taemin, slick cock lazily rubbing between Taemin's smooth cheeks for a moment or two while Taemin seems to nearly sob with longing.
"Jinki..." Taemin is far beyond anyting but a wanton shivering cry, loving the way the words slide out of his lover's mouth.
"You're so pretty like this. I'd love to wrap you in leather. Leather cock ring. Leather dildo inside you, leather straps all over you. Then I'd just....look at you....look at my pretty darling. tease," Jinki croons in Taemin's ear, pushing inside his boyfriend's eager body a short distance and pausing until he can breathe again past the incredible tight heat.
Automatically Taemin's slender body strains against Jinki's, pushing upwards as if to force the hard length he craves deeper into himself. "Now who's the tease?" he half chokes, toes curling as Jinki holds himself immoveable, not giving Taemin anything more than the incredibly tantalizing sensation of that big cock of his moving so slowly.
"You love it." Jinki answers harshly, pulling back just to hear Taemin make a soft wrecked little noise of lascivious want. He pushes forward again, not stopping until he's about halfway in and moaning against Taemin's shoulder. "So fucking tight," he hisses in a low suffocated voice. "And waiting is what you get when you tempt me so much," Jinki adds, pulling back again slowly. His next stroke is still deeper, harder, almost fully inside the slick little channel squeezing him.
Taemin can't think. There's nothing left in his mind other than the man covering him, pushing into him, holding off what seems like a hundred orgasms with a firm grip on Taemin's cock. More. More. More. his sex addled brain chants and he sways, working his body in fluid body rolls that ground his hips against Jinki's.
"Give it to me, damn it," he manages, blood roaring in his ears. Jinki's withdrawal makes him mewl in burning frustration and Taemin almost can't bear it.
Jinki's hips snap forward, pushing his cock deep and hard and full and undeniable, as far into Taemin's body as he can get. He can hear Taemin crying out with deep primal pleasure through the roaring in his ears as his own uncompromising size ravishingly stimulates Taemin's prostate over and over again as one stroke follows another and another and another. Each one slams home, filling Jinki with voluptuous insanity, the burn sizzling up his spine with his thrusts.
Taemin lets out a rough grateful sob when Jinki's big hand lets up on the pressure on his erection, instead sliding up his hip and then halfway around his chest. The embrace is both loving and sexual and Taemin lets his upper body drop against it, rolling his hips even faster, with abandoned movements against Jinki's rhythm. He claws at the sheets beneath them, never even hearing the wanton almost animal sounds he's making.
Jinki feels as if he's been electrified, every inch of his body, every nerve alive with burning, sizzling sensation. He couldn't stop now if the world was coming to an end, and in a way it seems that it might, that he might splinter into a thousand scorching pieces. His rhythm ramps up until he's slamming home on every single thrust, hoarse cries driven from somewhere deep in his chest with each one. He can feel Taemin shuddering and squirming beneath him, the luscious sounds his boyfriend is making only driving Jinki harder.
It has to end, it has to because one more second of this intolerable pleasure will destroy him - Taemin thinks wildly. He's come to a point where he's shaking so badly that he can barely control his own movements and one hand drops to his own erection. "Feels. So. Fucking. Good." He doesn't know if he's whispering or shouting as he gets the words out, and doesn't really care. Jinki just has to know that he can't possibly do without this, do without him any more.
And then Jinki's dragging him back against himself, lifting him to lean back against his stronger, bigger form and at the same time impaling him that much more firmly and Taemin feels the scream rising in his throat again. Jinki's hand pushes his own away and works him fast and wicked and teeth drag a mark on the back of his shoulder. Taemin doesn't fight the shriek, letting it burn from his throat amidst their panting breaths as he finally, dear God, finally erupts over Jinki's fist and his whole body goes tight with the rush of ecstasy.
A rush of savage tenderness, primal possessiveness surges through Jinki as he feels and hears and all but tastes Taemin's release. He wants, really craves to pause and savor this moment, the knowledge that the beautiful creature in his arms sobbing and shaking with pleasure is his, - that he is the one, the only one who can give Taemin this rapture. But his own lust is too sharp, too ferocious and he licks at Taemin's sweaty neck and drives himself into Taemin's fierce sweet heat. It only takes a few strokes now, and he smothers his own ravishing growl against his boyfriend's shoulder as he pours himself into his lover.
For a few endless panting moments neither of them can do more than pant and shudder. "You're an animal," Taemin finally mutters, his voice laced with adoration and the giggles that suddenly escape him.
"Better remember that," Jinki answers weakly. "Tempt me any more and I'll get medieval on your behind," he adds after a long pause.
"Oh God," Taemin sighs.
Eventually, they ease apart to lie in a tangled, sticky, sweaty mess. "Just you remember that," Jinki purrs, tucking Taemin's head under his chin and stroking the short red strands softly.
"Mmmmm, yes please," Taemin answers drowsily.
Jinki laughs and there is quiet in the room.
I can't apologize enough, even though I tried my hardest to keep going in preparation to go. In fact my suitcase is still sitting in my living room mostly packed because unpacking it seems so...sad.
Anyway, so I decided I could at least finish a fic that I've been working on. It's none of my requests or auction fics and I'm sorry for that, but I hope you will enjoy it anyway. I hereby dedicate this fic to my friends and to my auction winner friends with much affection and hope that you will trust in me to keep writing and get your things done too.
What started it was a series of pictures which I will link here for your perusal. You may have seen them before, but they are too good and too big for me to just blop in my journal.
Pic 1, please take note of Taemin's expression, his pants and Key's velvet coat.
Pic 2 please take note of Jinki's hands and his expression in particular.
Pic 3 Jinki, dear Lord, i hate his clothes but he's so...
Pic 4 Taemin, again the expression, the pants and that tee shirt. It will come up in the fic.
Pic 5 Minho. I'll get back to his red trench coat and his come hither look.
Pic 6 Key...Velvet jacket, need I say more?
Pic 7 ot5, best argument I have seen to date for a SHINee ot5. Please note Taemin's come hithery position on the ladder, the little tease.
So, the provenance of this fic is that I saw these pics and was discussing them with friends and came to the conclusion that a) there was evidence of some Key and MinHo hanky and panky going on there. and b) that Taemin has undoubtedly found his mojo and c) that Jinki is in big big trouble.
so here it is.
Title: Taemin's Mojo
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 4719
Genre: Romantic Sex with some power exchange overtones
Rating: NC17
Summary: SHINee is in promotions in Japan and Jinki has decreed that this means no sex between he and Taemin for a lot of logical reasons. Taemin begins to have issues with the restraint and both discovers his own attractions and finally decides to do something about Jinki's decision.
Warnings: Without being overt about it, Jinki is the dominant party in the relationship for the most part. There's some swearing and boy x boy sex. That's about it.
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Notes: For those keeping track, I think this could loosely be considered to live in the Shots timeline somewhere without being deliberately there..
Jinki doesn't talk about it much; what would he say anyway? Nevertheless, Taemin's new hair style and the little bit of swagger in his walk that seems to have come with it is killing him by inches. It's odd, he tells himself, watching the younger from the corner of his eye as he runs through some dance steps while they are standing around letting a bevy of coordinoonas pat them with sponges and dab them with various cosmetics. The short hair wasn't what he would have chosen, but something about it just makes Taemin so much ....hotter. As if he needed to be any hotter than he already was.
They are officially in promotions now, and Jinki's done his best to keep his hands strictly to himself. Not that Taemin is any happier about that effort than he is; but they are in another country and with a lot of people who don't know them and even though he's pretty sure management keeps things very private around he and Taemin, - around all of them - the last thing anyone wants is rumors starting.
He sighs. It would be nice though if Taemin would help him with his discretionary efforts. Honestly, for ten minutes of privacy and the chance to wreck Taemin in the most pleasurable way possible, Jinki would find a reason to get the younger alone right this second. Jinki growls under his breath and determinedly turns his attention to something else. That harmony line that he and Jjong were working on earlier, for example, might work and he taps his fingertips against his own thigh as he imagines the notes on the paper.
...
Taemin casts a half-resentful, half-longing glance at Jinki and spins on the balls of his feet. This is just not going to work. At all. Jinki doesn't listen to arguing; well okay, he listens but then he does just exactly what he's decided to do. Taemin kicks at the wall lightly with the toe of one fashionable boot and tucks his fingers behind his back. Most of the time, Jinki's determination and will-power are things Taemin admires about his boyfriend. Right now, however, Taemin hates them with a shrieking passion.
He still doesn't know how Jinki manages to seem friendly, under control and collected. Taemin, by contrast, is distinctly hot under the collar (and everywhere else) and he's just irritable enough to want to see Jinki look disturbed too, damnit.
...
Two hours, fifteen minutes, thirty five seconds. That's how long it's been while they change and pose and get primped and start the whole thing over again. Jinki knows this because there's a clock on the wall behind the photographers and the lights and he sees it every so often as they move around. Staring at the clock in between times is way better than staring at Taemin, which he finds himself doing every time he's not carefully NOT looking at Taemin. There is nothing about Taemin's look right now that doesn't twist his nerves in knots and pluck at every shred of libido he possesses.
Jinki finds himself opening and closing his hands over and over again. It helps ease the almost physical itch he feels to haul Taemin out of the room and into the first broom closet or elevator or stairwell he is able to find. He has to actually turn away for a few minutes when Taemin walks out in those jeans. The soft worn and tattered denim looks painted on and the fierce primal rush that slams into him takes Jinki from hard but bearable to capable of pounding nails with his cock in less than five seconds.
He grabs hold of Key who happens to be standing there and mutters under his breath. "Just stand here a minute will you please?" Jinki takes a few deep breaths until he can contemplate moving around without actual loss of important parts of his anatomy and manages not to whimper.
Key only nods and pats him lightly on the shoulder. "Taemin's found his mojo," he murmurs quietly. "You're in a whole lot of trouble." There's a faint smirk in Key's knowing eyes and Jinki lifts his shoulders in a helpless shrug as he steps back.
"I'm doomed," Jinki answers and squints his eyes, peering at Taemin. Only half-seeing his boyfriend is actually almost doable. Almost.
...
Taemin grins to himself as he glances over to where Jinki seems to be in a huddle with Key about something. The expression in Jinki's dark eyes makes butterflies spring to life in his midsection and the whole rest of his body prickle with goose bumps. The twenty minutes it took him to wiggle into these jeans were worth every second to get that look from the older man. He plucks at the tee shirt that one of the stylists tossed over his head, only just now noticing that the familiar Pepsi logo reads Sexsi on the shirt. Yeah, take that Jinki, he thinks and rocks a bit on the soles of his feet.
Taemin's the first one on the ladder when it's placed against the wall, rocking it a little before he settles over the top of it with easy grace. It's a little uncomfortable but the way Jinki's stare intensifies to the point that it almost burns when it skates over Taemin's face is worth it. Taemin licks his lips and watches the older man as if he's the only one in the room when he settles down against the ladder to one side of Taemin. For a moment, a bare fraction of an instant, there's a warm hand on Taemin's thigh and that brief contact has him biting the inside of his cheek and nearly quivering with want.
The rest of the shoot goes by in a blur for Taemin. He knows that the rest of his hyungs are there, that Key half hugs him for a moment as he steps off the ladder, the velvet of his jacket a sensual brush against Taemin's hand. He hears Jjong and Minho joking about something but none of it really sinks in. What matters is the smoldering look Jinki hasn't lost since he walked out in these jeans and the way Taemin is ninety five percent certain that means that the hands off policy has been tossed out the window. He's almost ready to start praying that's the case.
It's a relief to change back into looser pants, but Taemin keeps the shirt and jacket. The clothes are only part of several racks their stylists hauled to the photo studio anyway. He pauses to check their schedule and finds himself gnawing anxiously on his lip when he realizes there's nothing left for them to do for the next few hours. Taemin glances at Jinki and wonders if that means they can lock themselves in Jinki's room for a while.
...
Jinki has a plan. Well, actually, he has had several plans over the last forty five minutes that finished up the photo shoot. Most of them are impossible, crazy, or even dangerous, but that doesn't mean they weren't at least briefly entertaining. The one with Taemin tied to the ladder, that one was especially distracting. Never mind, he has a new plan. This plan wins over all other plans because it's possible and involves showing Taemin how he feels about those jeans.
Almost without thinking about it, as soon as he's back in his own comfortable clothes, his hand shoots out and wraps itself around Taemin's slender wrist. Jinki makes it look casual, nothing special, but neither does he let go as the five of them make their way out to the waiting van. He makes sure that he and Taemin end up in the rearmost seats though he doesn't say a word to his boyfriend. He has a notebook out almost the minute they are seated and uses his free hand to flip pages, never letting go of Taemin the whole time.
He's too distractable ...no, too distracted by Taemin right now to get any work done but he likes the slightly uncertain look in Taemin's eyes that has replaced his air of self-posession. Taemin may have discovered just how tantalising he actually is, but he's not so confident about it just yet. Jinki smiles a little to himself when his boyfriend tries very gently to pull his wrist out of Jinki's grip only to find it isn't going anywhere.
"Jinki?" Taemin whispers after a little while.
"Yes?" Jinki answers, giving Taemin a serious look and trying hard not to look as on edge as he feels.
Taemin swallows and gives his wrist another small tug. "Are you mad at me?" he asks in a small voice. He thought he knew pretty much Jinki's every mood but he's just not quite sure what's going on in the older man's head this time. The warm firm loop of fingers around his wrist is comforting and yet disturbing somehow. And beneath everything else is the prickling, throbbing heat of arousal.
"Why would I be mad at you?" Jinki asks, sliding his thumb down to smooth it lightly over the inside of Taemin's palm. He leans closer and drops his voice to a near whisper. "Just because you were working those jeans in a way that ought to be illegal. Why would I be mad about that?"
"Jinki..." Taemin's head drops against the back of the seat. Jinki's voice is so deep, so sensual when he chooses to use it and he's using it now. Taemin's hips lift off the seat for a moment and drop again; but he's shivering with reaction to that tone, the words almost dont' matter.
"You've been ignoring me," Taemin manages after a few deep breaths. "I hate when you ignore me."
"I never ignore you, Taemin," Jinki denies immediately, gently nudging Taemin's hand to unfold and continuing to caress the sensitive palm. "I love you. I couldn't ignore you if I tried. I just... you're like...like strawberries and chocolate to me. If I look too long, then I want to touch. And if I touch, then I want to taste. And if I taste..."
Jinki lets the words trail off, nuzzling his nose in beneath Taemin's ear and licking the warm skin there softly. "Then I want to devour you," he breathes into Taemin's ear, low and a little hoarse.
Taemin can't breathe. He honestly can't drag in another breath, Jinki's turning everything around with nothing more than his touch and his voice and soft words. He bites his lip hard and squirms as much as he dares in the seat. "Jinki...," it's almost a whine, his boyfriend's name.
"I can't stand it. I really, I can't..." he confesses, tipping his head sideways to invite Jinki's lips and tongue further.
"I'm getting that," Jinki answers, the words warmed by the rich tone of his voice. "I see I'll have to handle things differently to keep you under control." Jinki pulls back and smirks a bit at Taemin, reaching to brush the deep red strands off Taemin's brow.
"It's your fault," Taemin pouts, lifting his head and lapping quickly at Jinki's fingertips. "We've never been apart this long..." He lets the words trail off, Jinki knows as well as he does that the past days have been the longest the two of them have been physically apart, in any sense, since there was a them.
"If I could, I'd keep you under lock and key, I swear I would," Jinki murmurs, pulling his hand back. "You walk around looking like sex on legs and you make my life very, very...hard." He smirks again and folds his arms. They aren't far now from where they are staying and he's counting the seconds.
"Nnng," Taemin whimpers half-under his breath. "I love making your life...hard," he whispers. "I love it when you get possessive. Please," Taemin breaks off and bites his lip, looking away from Jinki's smoldering dark eyes.
Jinki doesn't say anything more. He takes Taemin's hand back though, holding it loosely until the van is safely parked. When they all are standing in the parking lot, he smiles at the others.
"Taemin and I need to talk," he says smoothly. "We'll order some food and hang out in my room." This is code for, "Do Not Disturb". Jinki doesn't wait for the others to nod before he leads the way towards the elevators, a hand lightly resting on Taemin's back.
They are going in through the private entrance to avoid fans and reporters alike but Jinki keeps things restrained despite the tingling heat passing between he and Taemin from the slightest bit of contact. He waits for his boyfriend to step into the bedroom that he has to himself, then closes the door with a small click that nevertheless seems extremely loud.
Stepping past Taemin with a brush of fingertips against the younger man's smooch cheekbone, he sits down on one of the double beds and leans back a little on his hands. Dark eyes slide from Taemin's small socked feet and up his long legs to his slim hips and then upwards again. "Take off your shirt, aegi," he suggests with a little gesture of one hand and a slow smile.
...
Taemin is breathless, sweat dampening his skin just from the anticipation rising up to nearly suffocate him. He feels the slow burn from Jinki like a touch and licks his lips, knowing better than to even try to hurry the older man along. He snaps his head to one side, flipping the long slide of ruby red bangs off his forehead and obediently slips off the loose jacket he's wearing, letting it slide sensuously down his arms and catching it with one hand. Taemin pivots automatically, and drapes the jacket over one of the two chairs set beside a table in one corner. He glances at Jinki over his shoulder to check the result of this move and shivers with the avid interest lighting his boyfriend's face.
"More," Jinki breathes softly. There are a few things he could never really tire of in this life. One of those things is watching Taemin simply...move. He shifts on the mattress slightly, parting his thighs a bit wider to accomodate the deep throb of arousal he feels. His eyes never leave Taemin for an instant as the slender and lithe figure makes slipping out of the tee shirt into something wickedly erotic. "You're such a little tease, Taemin," Jinki accuses roughly, watching Taemin drop to his knees in a movement so sexually charged it makes his teeth ache with desire.
"Not teasing," Taemin answers, eyeing Jinki from beneath his bangs. "You know what I..." he breaks off and shakes his head. The cool air on his chest and back feels delicious, but the skin tight jeans are starting to be torturous. Still holding Jinki's eyes, Taemin slowly smoothes his hands down his own thighs. He curls his fingers to drag his nail back upwards and whines softly in his throat.
"Want you," the younger man breathes, fluidly arching his back and lifting his hips upward. The soft snug denim of his jeans outlines the hard erection beneath, making the movement that much more highly charged.
"God!" Jinki climbs off the bed and takes the few steps across the floor to fall beside Taemin. He pushes his boyfriend down on the floor without hesitation and slips one knee between parted thighs, bracing himself with one hand. His head drops to allow him to lick a glistening trail down Taemin's sternum while his fingers begin working on the button and zipper of Taemin's fly.
Taemin moans, sprawling across the floor and immediately enchanted by the firm pressure of Jinki's muscled thigh. He's caught digging his nails roughly into the back of Jinki's shirt, rucking up the material while his whole body seems to seize for a moment. Pure pleasure mingled with feverish hunger makes him work his hips and thighs against Jinki in a wanton series of undulations.
Jinki lifts his head as he finally gets the fly of Taemin's tight jeans open, shoving the material down his boyfriend's hips along with the underwear beneath them. "You are such a tease," Jinki repeats, dropping bites and kisses against one sharp hipbone and then the other. "Walking around in these jeans, and those shredded pants...flashing me your thighs and rolling your sexy hips and
spreading your legs with that hot little strut ..."
He breaks off, methodically working the fabric down Taemin's thighs. It's a bit of a struggle but eventually, Jinki has Taemin naked on the floor. He grins and stands, pulling Taemin with him to half toss him across the nearest bed.
Taemin has a bite mark on his hip and another on his thigh and he falls across the bed with a soft bounce and makes a cranky noise in his throat. He's lost the contact with Jinki and that feels as if he's lost something absolutely vital to his existence. He rolls over and slinks as seductively as he can up higher on the bed to grab a pillow, his rounded ass is in the air and his thighs are parted and it makes Taemin blush how wantonly he's behaving but that doesn't stop him from turning his head to peek at Jinki over his shoulder hopefully.
Shaking his head and ogling Taemin's sultry movements blatantly, Jinki rips off his jacket and shirt. He lets them drop where they fall and prowls after Taemin, one hand sliding down to loosen the button and zipper of his fly though he doesn't take his jeans off yet. Crawling up over Taemin's lithe bare body, Jinki places another bite on the back of Taemin's shoulder.
Almost shuddering with anticipation and desire, Taemin arches his back and hisses at the feel of Jinki's body covering his own. "God...you love to torture me," he complains, gathering up folds of the sheets in his hands and twisting them. His cock is so hard, has been for so long and the waiting is making him twitch and seep with fluid.
Jinki slides his hands over Taemin's sides and down over his ass and thighs, caressing and exploring every inch of smooth pale skin he can reach. "You're the one flaunting yourself at me," he growls quietly, his voice almost rumbling in his chest.
He pulls back long enough to wrench his jeans and boxers off, then reaches to pull Taemin up until he's kneeling on the bed. "You looked like you were enjoying showing me what I've been missing," he adds, looking into Taemin's eyes from the side.
"Jiiinki...." Taemin whines softly. Every little movement, every little breath seems to make him ache and pulse and throb a little more fiercely. He's so eager right now, letting his adoring lustful gaze slide down Jinki's firm body to linger on his beautifully hard erection. He trembles just looking at his lover's cock and reaches out to touch him.
Catching Taemin's hand before it connects, Jinki smiles at Taemin and lifts his boyfriend's hand to Taemin's own softly parted lips. "Show me more," he invites, pressing Taemin's index finger against his mouth.
Automatically, Taemin's lips part and he takes his fingertip into his mouth, allowing Jinki to push his hand forward until the first two fingers of his hand are in his mouth. He stares mesmerised into Jinki's burning gaze and sucks at them, working them. It's almost a shock when Jinki's big hand curls around his erection and Taemin loses a few pulse-pounding seconds in arching his hips, pushing himself through the loose hold of knowing fingers.
"No, baby," Jinki admonishes softly through the rush of blood in Taemin's ears. His hand squeezes firmly at the base of Taemin's cock, drawing a frustrated moan from Taemin's lips.
"Show me more," he says again and licks at Taemin's throat slowly, his other arm half supporting Taemin's enflamed form.
Taemin forces heavy lids to lift and finds himself meeting a scalding deep look from Jinki. There's an insistence that Taemin can't deny in that look, not that he would even if he could. He slips his damp fingers back, bracing himself against Jinki's body and his free hand on the mattress. A hot surge of blood turns his cheeks rosy but that doesn't stop him from forcing both fingers to press just inside his small opening.
There's something so decadent about what he's doing, and his desire is too intense now. The fingers inch deeper, slow and steady. He needs more lubrication and Taemin gasps over and over again, small high pitched exhalations as he works himself open. He's almost dizzy with what he's doing, with the throbbing ache of primal need and doesn't even see where Jinki gets the lube from. He only feels a finger bigger than his own slick with the vanilla scented stuff circling his opening then pushing in alongside Taemin's two.
"Oh God, Jinki." Taemin feels delirious, fiercely sexual and he rolls his hips in fluid, hot-blooded jerks against the intrusions.
Jinki wishes for one blood boiling minute that he could film this. The way Taemin is moving, the way he forces his own fingers deeper and letting Jinki's own work itself further and further. It's so exquisite, and seductively dirty and he's throbbing painfully at the tight clutch of those muscles around their fingers. "I love when you get so hot for me like this," he breathes, kissing Taemin's shoulder.
Taemin feels screams reaching his lips but all that comes out are small strung out whimpers. Verbalizing seems too difficult right now but he pushes harder against his own fingers and Jinki's A hard arch takes him over when Jinki slips another slick finger into him, forcing those already there deeper, the friction just enough to have him seeing stars. His cock pulses and he wants to claw at his lover for holding him back, forcing him to wait longer for the culmination that seems just out of reach.
Jinki gently eases Taemin's hand aside and puts the younger man back on his knees, head low and ass arched upward. "You need me to fuck you don't you?" he asks softly, knowing exactly what Taemin wants to hear, needs to hear as he lines himself up with the stretched hole waiting for him. He's shaking as well as Taemin, slick cock lazily rubbing between Taemin's smooth cheeks for a moment or two while Taemin seems to nearly sob with longing.
"Jinki..." Taemin is far beyond anyting but a wanton shivering cry, loving the way the words slide out of his lover's mouth.
"You're so pretty like this. I'd love to wrap you in leather. Leather cock ring. Leather dildo inside you, leather straps all over you. Then I'd just....look at you....look at my pretty darling. tease," Jinki croons in Taemin's ear, pushing inside his boyfriend's eager body a short distance and pausing until he can breathe again past the incredible tight heat.
Automatically Taemin's slender body strains against Jinki's, pushing upwards as if to force the hard length he craves deeper into himself. "Now who's the tease?" he half chokes, toes curling as Jinki holds himself immoveable, not giving Taemin anything more than the incredibly tantalizing sensation of that big cock of his moving so slowly.
"You love it." Jinki answers harshly, pulling back just to hear Taemin make a soft wrecked little noise of lascivious want. He pushes forward again, not stopping until he's about halfway in and moaning against Taemin's shoulder. "So fucking tight," he hisses in a low suffocated voice. "And waiting is what you get when you tempt me so much," Jinki adds, pulling back again slowly. His next stroke is still deeper, harder, almost fully inside the slick little channel squeezing him.
Taemin can't think. There's nothing left in his mind other than the man covering him, pushing into him, holding off what seems like a hundred orgasms with a firm grip on Taemin's cock. More. More. More. his sex addled brain chants and he sways, working his body in fluid body rolls that ground his hips against Jinki's.
"Give it to me, damn it," he manages, blood roaring in his ears. Jinki's withdrawal makes him mewl in burning frustration and Taemin almost can't bear it.
Jinki's hips snap forward, pushing his cock deep and hard and full and undeniable, as far into Taemin's body as he can get. He can hear Taemin crying out with deep primal pleasure through the roaring in his ears as his own uncompromising size ravishingly stimulates Taemin's prostate over and over again as one stroke follows another and another and another. Each one slams home, filling Jinki with voluptuous insanity, the burn sizzling up his spine with his thrusts.
Taemin lets out a rough grateful sob when Jinki's big hand lets up on the pressure on his erection, instead sliding up his hip and then halfway around his chest. The embrace is both loving and sexual and Taemin lets his upper body drop against it, rolling his hips even faster, with abandoned movements against Jinki's rhythm. He claws at the sheets beneath them, never even hearing the wanton almost animal sounds he's making.
Jinki feels as if he's been electrified, every inch of his body, every nerve alive with burning, sizzling sensation. He couldn't stop now if the world was coming to an end, and in a way it seems that it might, that he might splinter into a thousand scorching pieces. His rhythm ramps up until he's slamming home on every single thrust, hoarse cries driven from somewhere deep in his chest with each one. He can feel Taemin shuddering and squirming beneath him, the luscious sounds his boyfriend is making only driving Jinki harder.
It has to end, it has to because one more second of this intolerable pleasure will destroy him - Taemin thinks wildly. He's come to a point where he's shaking so badly that he can barely control his own movements and one hand drops to his own erection. "Feels. So. Fucking. Good." He doesn't know if he's whispering or shouting as he gets the words out, and doesn't really care. Jinki just has to know that he can't possibly do without this, do without him any more.
And then Jinki's dragging him back against himself, lifting him to lean back against his stronger, bigger form and at the same time impaling him that much more firmly and Taemin feels the scream rising in his throat again. Jinki's hand pushes his own away and works him fast and wicked and teeth drag a mark on the back of his shoulder. Taemin doesn't fight the shriek, letting it burn from his throat amidst their panting breaths as he finally, dear God, finally erupts over Jinki's fist and his whole body goes tight with the rush of ecstasy.
A rush of savage tenderness, primal possessiveness surges through Jinki as he feels and hears and all but tastes Taemin's release. He wants, really craves to pause and savor this moment, the knowledge that the beautiful creature in his arms sobbing and shaking with pleasure is his, - that he is the one, the only one who can give Taemin this rapture. But his own lust is too sharp, too ferocious and he licks at Taemin's sweaty neck and drives himself into Taemin's fierce sweet heat. It only takes a few strokes now, and he smothers his own ravishing growl against his boyfriend's shoulder as he pours himself into his lover.
For a few endless panting moments neither of them can do more than pant and shudder. "You're an animal," Taemin finally mutters, his voice laced with adoration and the giggles that suddenly escape him.
"Better remember that," Jinki answers weakly. "Tempt me any more and I'll get medieval on your behind," he adds after a long pause.
"Oh God," Taemin sighs.
Eventually, they ease apart to lie in a tangled, sticky, sweaty mess. "Just you remember that," Jinki purrs, tucking Taemin's head under his chin and stroking the short red strands softly.
"Mmmmm, yes please," Taemin answers drowsily.
Jinki laughs and there is quiet in the room.