Possession NC17
Where do I even start with the story of this story. This is one of the fics requested from the help_japan auction. I wrote it first...well I don't know why it just came out that way. And I started work on it almost immediately but it was a difficult request to write in someways because it seemed to give birth to a Dark!Jinki and Dark!Jinki is tough to write cause I just don't really see him as dark in personality per se. This is for konstantlullaby who had some specific requests and they partially sprang from a picture which now of course I can't find. Maybe she'll post it in the comments. But she wanted Taemin to have pierced nipples and she wanted Jinki to tease and torment Taemin for a really long time and make him crazy and beg etc. So here's hoping I did that some kind of justice
Title: Possession.
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 5657
Genre: Sexual Control/Posession/hell if i know what to call it.
Rating: NC17
Summary: Something happens while SHINee is in a photoshoot and Jinki's possessive controlling buttons get pushed.
Warnings: Dominance. Control. Exhibitionism There's some swearing and boy x boy sex. That's about it.
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
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Jinki knows somewhere in the very depth of his soul, that there's something off about him at times. How he feels about Taemin defies all simple definitions and classifications. His feelings are so powerful that they drive him to demand things from Taemin that just can’t be quite right. And yet the need, the want, the hunger never really rests - he can never be completely satisfied. It's uncontrollable, the way he feels for Taemin, like a sleeping predator that comes awake with a roar at the smallest provocation. And then he is merciless even though he truly loves Taemin.
A tiny thing can start a chain reaction, like today.
Earlier SHINee had a photo shoot. It was nothing all that out of the ordinary; they are rising in popularity and as the group becomes more of an A List band, the more photoshoots they seem to do. But Minho had his arm around Taemin at one point, and even though Jinki was very carefully not looking at that embrace - he still sensed the moment when Minho's fingers accidentally brushed one of the small piercings in Taemin's nipples. Jinki felt torn between a smug sensation at the very fact that Taemin's nipples are pierced in the first place; for him, and a fierce possessive near rage at the notion that someone else could make Taemin squirm like that with just a mere passing touch. He wanted to tear Minho to pieces, and wanted to stake his claim on Taemin in the most public and graphic way possible - just because of that one touch.
Taemin belongs to him, Jinki tells himself, and glances over from his seat in the van to the thin silver coil around Taemin's pretty throat. Mine, he thinks and tries to quell the possessive instinct, the ache in his very being to stake his claim that’s been all but choking him since earlier today. He's already given Minho a long stare until the taller man looked away in unspoken yielding to Jinki's dominance where Taemin is concerned. It's exactly like SHINee is a pride of lions and one of them has to be the alpha, and that's always got to be Jinki because he can't tolerate anything else for more than a few hours.
It's all he can do not to reach over, tuck his fingers into that silver coil and yank Taemin into his lap right there in the van where the managers can see what he does to Taemin's narrow and lithe little body until the youngest is whimpering for him. The hungry part of Jinki's being wants that, wants to make a display out of it, out of making Taemin blush and squirm and beg for him in front of everyone. He pushes the thought aside, smothers it, swallows it, and tries to ignore the way his cock twitches in the snug confines of his pants.
He is still Taemin's hyung, Jinki reminds himself against the rough predatorial urge in his heart. It's his job to protect Taemin not devour him in this...this dark furious craving that is never, ever satisfied. Even while he's lecturing himself, Jinki knows he won't be able to keep from molesting Taemin the first halfway decent chance at privacy they have. And Taemin won't even try to stop him; Jinki thinks with a smug confidence. Taemin belongs to him and is as thoroughly addicted to Jinki as Jinki undeniably is addicted to Taemin.
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Taemin sneaks glances at Jinki from under his long lashes and tries to breathe around the slow burning and almost frightening sense of want he's felt coming off of the older man for the last several hours. He knew it instantly; the minute that Jinki's buttons got pushed earlier at the photo shoot. He licks his lips and feels the prickle of goose bumps along the inside of his wrists and thighs; it's like waiting for a lightning storm to break - the way Jinki's sexy demanding side comes raging out of him at times like this. And even though Taemin knows he ought to be afraid of the fire, he is only hungry for it as if he’s waited too long for the next hit.
He didn't try to provoke Jinki; but he's not sorry that the curve of Jinki's mouth and the heat in his eyes are all flashing warnings of what is to come. Jinki's touch, his kisses, the little bruises he leaves on Taemin's hip and collarbone, the way he takes Taemin over in every sense until Taemin is trembling with pleasure are necessities of Taemin's life. He closes his eyes tightly and leans back against the seat as the thought of Jinki's overwhelming power invading him makes him flash with a sudden sexual sweat. It’s not just physical either, it’s far more intense than that.
Taemin drags his teeth across his tongue and takes in measured breaths as slowly as he can. He's long past fighting his abject addiction to Jinki. He gave that up what seems an eternity ago; when he let Jinki put the slim silver band around his throat and take him in secret to get his nipples pierced. A longing glance slides over to Jinki's profile and Taemin smothers the need to crawl across Jinki's lap and plaster himself against the skin and bone and brooding power of the older man. He hums softly, restlessly and closes his eyes tightly. He can wait, Taemin tells himself even though he’s already edgy and burning.
This time he won't be mewling in Jinki's ear, trying to get those big hands on him, everywhere, anywhere until Jinki is ready. Never mind that he's absolutely, unutterably hard and nothing is going to change that except Jinki. He can wait, a little while anyway. Taemin shivers all over, knowing Jinki is fully capable of making him wait and wait if he chooses and Taemin can't break Jinki's control over him...and doesn't want to.
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Jinki pulls Taemin into the bedroom the minute he crosses the threshold and pushes him up against the door. "I love you," Jinki says, his voice hoarse. He kisses Taemin's cheeks, his brow, his eyes. "I love you so fucking much and I can't stand anyone else touching you."
Taemin moans softly, arching into the heat of Jinki's body and the soft, sweet brush of his boyfriend's lusciously gentle lips. "I love you too, Jinki," he says, clutching onto Jinki's back with both hands, feeling the smooth muscle under the rumpled fabric of the shirt in his grip. "I don't want anyone else touching me, I swear...I only want you, I only love you." Taemin breathes.
"You feel so good, Tae," Jinki whispers, crowding in so that Taemin can feel his hard on against his stomach, can grind against Jinki's muscular thigh.
Before Taemin can answer, there's a banging on the door. "Oi, come out of there, dinner," Key yells through the wood.
Jinki pulls back slowly, staring into Taemin's eyes. "You belong to me. You're mine," he says fiercely, fingertips roaming across the band on Taemin's throat.
"Always," Taemin sighs, already missing Jinki's weight, his warmth and strength and the quivering almost piercing feel of him all hard and hungry. He opens his mouth to say something else, but Jinki's already walked back towards the common area leaving Taemin to try to remember how to breathe.
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A few hours later, Jinki drags Taemin into his lap in the big easy chair where the five of them are supposedly watching a movie. He locks a strong arm around Taemin's waist and holds him sprawled, while the other hand braces Taemin's back as Jinki holds him tipped off balance. He can see the startled heat in Taemin's eyes, along with the flush of slightly fearful embarrassment on those soft cheeks. He smirks faintly, and for a moment, holds Taemin just there - relishing the wide eyed look from Taemin and the knowledge that even if he starts groping Taemin's body right there in front of everyone, the younger boy won't protest. The little shimmer of fear and nervousness somehow makes the seductive passion in Taemin’s eyes even more erotic to Jinki. There’s a long pause while they stare at each other.
He takes pity, pulling Taemin upright against him. He solicitously snuggles his boyfriend’s slender frame up against his own and flings a blanket half over both of them. Jinki stares blandly at the sharp glances he gets from the others in the room until they look away again under his gaze. When everyone is supposedly concentrating on the television, Jinki reaches up to snap off the light beside the chair, leaving the corner where he and Taemin are cuddling in almost complete darkness.
Jinki ducks his head then and whispers softly in Taemin's ear. "You'll have to be quiet, baby." It's not quite an order, but it's all the warning Taemin will get. Jinki's not about to wait to get his hands on Taemin, not after the small hell of waiting he's already been through today. He needs to touch, to reimprint his claim on Taemin’s body and heart and wipe away Minho’s brief touch.
Immediately one hand slides under Taemin's shirt and finds one of his small nipples and the barbaric piece of metal that passes through it. His fingertips pluck at it ever so lightly. The memory of Minho's accidental touch and Taemin's sexy squirm is still riding him but he almost purrs with pleasure when Taemin gasps softly and wiggles in Jinki’s arms. Mine. he thinks again.
Taemin knows what's in store for him the minute he's pulled into Jinki's lap and he's completely powerless to resist. It's all he can manage to keep himself from arching against Jinki when he's held slanted over Jinki's arm, staring up at him with breathless desire and terror. He cuddles himself in under the blanket, loving the feel of Jinki's warm strong body pressed up against his own and biting his lip in anticipation of the older boy's touch. He doesn't have to wait long, the first light touch on his pierced nipple has him squirming in seconds, his cock going harder than ever under his loose sweat pants. The small prickle of trepidation is crowded out by the passion rising fast in his veins and heart.
"Oh, God, Jinki..." Taemin whispers, drowning the words in the side of Jinki's neck then licking the warm salty flesh like a kitten.
Jinki fucking loves the way Taemin reacts just for him. The sultry wriggle and the tension in the soft whisper, and that flicker of velvet tongue against his skin are all perfect. They are just what he needs to wash away the memory still driving him.
"Feel good baby?" Jinki whispers back, treating the second nipple the same way and snaking his free hand down to palm Taemin's crotch where he's already hard under Jinki's touch.
Taemin whimpers very, very softly, panting as quietly as he can. The blanket and the dim light help shroud what they are doing but he doesn't dare make noise and draw the attention of the other three boys. And yet, it's so incredibly difficult to be quiet when Jinki's big hand is moving oh so slowly and lightly, just barely pressing against Taemin’s pulsing erection. It’s driving him wild, that light pressure and Taemin can’t stop himself from lifting his hips shamelessly against the light touch, rubbing himself against Jinki's hand.
"My hot little slut, " Jinki hisses, desire roughening the affection in his voice. He sucks briefly at the lobe of Taemin's ear before speaking again.
"Imagine if I could fuck you right now, right this minute. I’d be in you so deep, with everyone in here, not knowing what we're doing. I'd grind up into your ass just to try to get one little bit deeper, hitting you just so inside."
Taemin bites his tongue and trembles hard. Jinki's voice is low and sexy, close to Taemin's ear. The words are wrecking him from being called Jinki's slut to the vivid image of that slow hard stroke that could make Taemin see stars while being helpless to move against Jinki’s thrust.. He wants to cry out and clutch Jinki to him, beg him not to torture him like that - to instead carry him to bed and fuck him senseless. All he can do is shake and pant and throb under the still far too light touch of Jinki’s hand, squirming as much as he dares.
Jinki shivers with adoration at Taemin’s responsiveness. He can feel his boyfriend’s submissive tension, hear the little gasps and pants that escape soft hungry lips. Taemin’s cock is pulsing, dampening the fabric of his pajama pants under Jinki’s hand and Jinki wants to do just as he suggested, so badly. To have Taemin right there, until he was whimpering aloud for him, begging him right there in front of the others to give Taemin more of what he craves. That would send an unmistakeable hands off message he thinks darkly. But he swallows the urge as best he can, though the thought of Taemin’s fear and heated embarrassment and seductive passion all mingled together is almost irresistible.
He keeps up the light touches instead to satisfy the dark hunger; playing with Taemin's nipples softly over and over again and letting the younger boy press up against his hand where it's positioned between his legs. Jinki is by no means even close to ready to letting Taemin come. There's some starving and dark part of him that loves the way Taemin squirms and shakes, especially now when he is constrained by the need for quiet and stillness.
Taemin is burning alive. He has no idea what's on the television screen and doesn't really care. All he can think about is Jinki, and his blood is burning in his veins. His nipples are so tight under the piercings, and Jinki seems to adore teasing the ultra sensitive little nubs. Every soft touch sends a streak of heat right down his spine to ground hard in his balls.
Jinki's strong hands pin his hips down, holding him still and Taemin bites his lips to keep from whimpering out loud. He's crowded into Jinki's body but the touch on his cock, tantalisingly light though it was is gone and Taemin's thighs and stomach muscles are taut with sexual tension. He can't think any more past the quivering lust roaring through him.
"J---Jinki...oh God...." he dares to whisper, peppering Jinki's neck and jaw with damp, imploring kisses.
Jinki doesn't answer in words, but his fingers tighten on Taemin's hips, forcing him into a feverishly aroused stillness - ass plastered to Jinki's own rampant erection. There's no friction, no toying with Taemin's nipples and flagrant hard on for several minutes. Only the feel of Jinki's body against his and the sense of being held captive. Jinki revels in his power over Taemin, tipping his head to one side to suck in some oxygen.
Taemin finds it nearly intolerable, panting softly under cover of the blanket’s soft folds even though he’s sweating with heat.. He bites at his lip hard more than once to keep coaxing, pleading words behind his teeth. Even if he shrieks at the top of his lungs, Taemin knows from experience, Jinki won't give in. He whimpers very softly over and over again for what seems like a century of wanting.
Jinki loves that tiny, tiny sound in his ears, loves the tension in Taemin's slender frame. He holds the younger boy still and clutches him closer. Later he'll let Taemin squirm and writhe for him, but not now, adoring Taemin and his exquisitely flammable sensitivity and having him just like this. He waits til the television program is over, casually flicking on the light and wrapping an arm around Taemin loosely.
Turning his head he meets stares from the others in the room, especially Key with a bland smile. Of the three others, it's Key who is most likely to really challenge Jinki over what he does with and to Taemin. Or try to anyway. He makes a statement out of bending his head and licking a stripe over Taemin's throat. Mine, he thinks with a predatory swell of emotion. I love him and he's mine.
"Goodnight," he says with a fake attempt at pleasantness as he stands up, letting the blanket fall into the chair and pulling Taemin up with him. Jinki knows how they both look; how obvious it is what's on his mind and he rather enjoys it. He smirks at Key’s stare, pleased when the younger man closes his mouth and gives him a glare instead.
Gathering Taemin against his side, Jinki heads purposefully for their manager's empty bedroom. He doesn't let the door shut all the way though, because the dark predatory heat in his heart wants to make a display out of what he's about to do with Taemin, to flaunt how very much the younger belongs to him and only him.
"Jinki..." Taemin whispers, backing away a couple of steps and glancing at the door standing ajar with an anxious look. He can't really care though about who hears or who sees, not when Jinki is taking up all of his attention. His knees feel weak and there's no air, the flicker of embarrassment running through his system in no way quelling the blatant want making him shiver in the small room.
“I love when you want me so badly, want me in you so badly,” Jinki says softly, his voice as sweet as he can make it and he flashes Taemin a loving smile despite the sexuality of the words he’s speaking. “Nothing gets me hotter than you being such a needy slut for me.”
Taemin licks his lips and makes a small frustrated sound, his body automatically shifting, hips tilting towards Jinki as if asking for something, anything that Jinki will give to him. His skin is flushed and Jinki can see the hot look in the younger boy's dark eyes despite the prickle of embarrassment in those eyes as well.
"You're so beautiful, so hot when you almost can't stand how badly you want me," Jinki says softly. "I think I could make you come with just a touch right now, couldn't I?" He runs his eyes over Taemin's slender sexy little body and the twisting, hungry itch is a thousand times more powerful than it was out in the living area.
“Oh My God,” Taemin answers breathlessly, his whole stance shifting as if to beg Jinki for that one little touch.
Jinki smirks a little, watching Taemin with avid attention. Every little movement, every little twitch of reaction from Taemin feeds something in him, gives him something he can't live without. He brushes his fingers across his chin, taking a step or two after Taemin, like the lion prowling after prey. "You're blushing, baby," he murmurs.
As he speaks, Jinki turns with Taemin leaning back against him so the two of them are facing the mirror on the wall. He crowds Taemin until the hard bulge of his erection is pressed up firm against Taemin’s curving ass, despite the separation of both of their loose pants. “Look how desperate you look, Taemin. Just for me,” he breathes, chin on Taemin’s shoulder as the younger boy slumps back against him.
"Jinki..." Taemin can't seem to say anything else, the pounding of his blood in his ears and the raw quivering ache in his body are stealing away his ability to think. “Just....love you so much.”
"I love you too," Jinki answers immediately, his eyes bright with affection despite the quivering burn slithering through his veins. His voice changes a minute later, going deeper and harder. "I need to...to play with you tonight, make you come undone for me," Jinki purrs. It's the only warning Taemin will get, those few simple words that have his boyfriend sucking in his breath, gazing at him in a perfect mixture of fear and lust.
Jinki steps iaround Taemin pushing him back towards the wall with one hand, while the other takes care of wrenching off the loose shirt Taemin is wearing, relishing the soft tearing sound of the worn fabric. "I'm going to do all the things you love, and hate, and can't resist," he goes on as he crowds in between Taemin's long legs, pinning his lover against the wall.
Taemin mewls helplessly, letting the cool wall take his weight, feeling the chill against his overheated skin. He arches up into Jinki's body instantly, shamelessly grinding his hips against the voluptuous firmness of Jinki's erection even through their please. "Please Jinki...please...just fuck me...just do it...need it, need you so bad right now," he breathes, knowing already that the words are useless when that look is in his boyfriend's dark eyes.
"I want you to remember who you belong to," Jinki growls, dropping his head to suck at one of Taemin's pierced nipples, holding the younger boy firmly against the wall when he tries to squirm and jerk against him. "I want you to never forget that you're mine."
"Jinkiiiii..." Taemin wants to scream, twisting and struggling against Jinki's grip even though it's useless and worse, he doesn't really want to escape. He’s mewling like a cat in heat way too loudly and doesn’t care. All he can think about between heated bursts of pleasure pain all over his body is Jinki's delectably large cock and how much he wants that hard length shoving into him, filling him, forcing him in the best possible way. Trying to keep himself halfway quiet when he's already quivering with pleasure and lust is impossible and somehow that only adds to his excitement.
"Not yet. I need more. Need to taste you, feel you, God, Taemin, can't get enough." Jinki answers him roughly, holding him still easily with one hand while the other slides down Taemin's body possessively. In moments, Jinki is dropping to his knees, lips parted as he kisses and licks at Taemin's hot, smooth skin.
"Please, Jinki...Please..." Taemin whispers, shivering as the slide of Jinki's lips and tongue wander from his throbbing nipples down his rib cage and stomach while fingertips push his pajama pants down his legs. He couldn't move away from the older boy now if his life depended on it and he bites dizzily at the side of his own hand to try to distract his burning senses. The cool air makes his cock jump and a fierce spasm of lust ripples over Taemin's awareness.
Jinki feels the dark predatory part of him take over almost completely as he lets his mouth wander over Taemin's sleek flesh. The younger boy is already so over heated, so needy for him, it arouses him almost cruelly. He has no compunction about licking lasciviously up the length of Taemin's pretty erection, savoring the throbbing heat on his tongue, against his lips. He looks up through his lashes as he presses Taemin's hips against the wall with his hands, forcing his lover to struggle against his grip in seek of more contact.
"You're so pretty like this...love to keep you like this, just like this, hot for me, whimpering ..." Jinki mutters harshly and opens his mouth over Taemin's erection, sucking the hard damp head inside slow and sensual. He purrs low in the back of his throat when Taemin gasps, that choked moan loud enough for everyone to hear beyond the false privacy of the bedroom.
Taemin closes his eyes tightly, the sight of Jinki sucking him in so slow and sweet imprinted on his brain. He's so flushed that any embarrassment at the way he's moaning is lost in the burning pleasure. He strains hungrily, pushing against Jinki's hands, longing to shove himself even deeper into the hot mouth driving him wild but he's held prisoner by the grip on his hips and that only excites him further. He sinks his fingers into Jinki's hair, stroking through the silky strands with a frantic adoration and pulling a little bit as he continues to fight against his boyfriend’s steely grip.
Jinki takes Taemin in, slow and steady, sucking hard then pausing for a few tantalizing little licks. He loves the way the younger boy squirms against his hold, clutches at his hair, moans over and over again. Jinki can feel Taemin twitching, pulsing; can taste the little drops escaping from Taemin’s body, everything about him telegraphing wanton pleasure rising closer and closer to climax. So delicious, so responsive, his heart clutches with love and possession. Wickedly, he pulls back, letting Taemin's cock slip free of his mouth gently.
Taemin knew this would happen, knew Jinki wouldn't let him come this soon, this easily but that doesn't stop him from hissing a shaken protest. "Jinki...God...please, please, please” he mutters, voice rising as his toes curl with the frustrated desire making his cock drip and his knees weak. Begging is such a small price to pay if Jinki will only let him come.
Jinki reaches up and grasps Taemin's wrist, and slides back up to his feet, crowding Taemin into the wall. He lets Taemin feel the iron hard burning bar of his own erection through the pants he's still wearing. "I could fucking eat you," Jinki says softly, his lips tugging at the lobe of Taemin’s ear.
"You beg so pretty, baby." he adds, pressing his lips to the side of Taemin's throat and shamelessly sucking a dark bruised mark on the sensitive flesh. “I love the way you beg for me like that.”
Taemin writhes against Jinki's seductive weight, grinding up hard against the tantalising hardness that Jinki won't let him have...yet. He wraps himself around the older boy, arching his back and grinding into him with an avid sensuality. "Just fuck me please, Jinki...I want your fucking cock in me," Taemin croons bluntly, his fingertips skating under Jinki's shirt, digging into the firm flesh of his sweat dampened back. He's lost now to everything but the vivid bright light of Jinki's fully focused erotic attention. The rest of them could walk in now and watch, and it wouldn't stop him, couldn't stop him.
"You've got a dirty mouth, Tae," Jinki answers, kissing and licking at Taemin's collar bones as he links their hands together and rolls his hips into Taemin's pelvis. "I love that." He drops his head, finding a swollen nipple to suck between his lips. The caress causes a full body shudder from Taemin and blunt nails dig into Jinki's hips.
"Oh God...ohhhhh...Jinki...Jinki..." Taemin whimpers, arching tighter against Jinki's full lips, his senses going wild at the caress. One big hand is there between them suddenly, capturing his swollen erection, working him knowingly and Taemin thrashes with pleasure. He's nearly sobbing with delight and the need for release, head thrown back as he works himself against Jinki's hand, Jinki's lips, always Jinki.
Jinki is revelling in this. He is the only one who can take Taemin over, taunt him and tease him and toy with him until the younger is incoherent, finally losing most of his grace in Jinki's every touch and caress. Taemin is his and the way his boyfriend shivers and croons and damn near cries for him is part of that possession. His own desire is sublimated in his complete concentration on Taemin's every reaction, on pushing him as far as he possibly can without letting Taemin's passion trip past climax.
He pulls out of Taemin’s clinging arms, the long leg hitched around his hip but only so he can spin Taemin’s trembling body around to face the wall and step back a little. He pulls off his own shirt and tosses it to the floor, gazing at the sleek, smooth workings of Taemin’s body as he arches his back and tips his head to give Jinki such a mesmerised look from long lashes.
“Jinki...come back,” Taemin’s tone is a plea in itself and his fingers scrabble at the smooth painted wall while he looks behind him to find his boyfriend. His legs are shaking and the way his pulse is beating in his erection, in his wrists and ankles and thighs and palms is driving him out of his mind.
“That’s right, sweetheart, spread your legs for me,” Jinki croons, eyes skating possessively all over Taemin’s sexy body. The creamy skin is flushed and marked with tiny bruises and he runs his palm down Taemin’s smooth sweat damp back all the way down to the curve of his ass.
He leans in then and growls low in Taemin’s ear. “Now I want you to reach back and pull those cheeks open for me, and don’t...fucking...move.”
Taemin whines, biting his lip as he does exactly as Jinki wants. He lays his burning cheek against the cool wall and shudders. “Jinki...please...gonna make me ….”
“Beg? Plead? Wail?” Jinki asks softly, dropping a kiss on Taemin’s shoulder before he drops back to his knees. “I know you’re not gonna come, baby...not until I say you can.”
Taemin only sobs, speaking is way too difficult, not when he knows exactly what Jinki is about to do to him. The first soft scalding hot wet little lick around his opening has him gasping for breath and twitching helplessly. After that he’s lost in nothing but choked whimpers and helpless cries.
Jinki loves doing this, loves the dirty decadence of it and the way it makes Taemin all but scream for mercy. He takes his time, slow and easy, beginning with soft little licks all around the small spasming opening. Everytime it’s a marvel to him that he can fit in this little hole. He holds Taemin’s hips still with one hand and braces against the wall with the other.
Every little gasp and pant and sob and whimper that comes out of Taemin’s kiss bruised lips only excites him viciously until he’s tongue fucking Taemin in hard, firm jabs. Taemin’s overheated body is working itself against Jinki’s lips and tongue and face and he slides one hand around to curve firmly at the base of Taemin’s hard cock as those cries begin to escalate in a way he’s very familiar with.
“No, baby,” Jinki says hoarsely when he finally lets up, hearing Taemin’s anguished little wail with a mixture of complete conquest and utter desire as he glances towards the still open door. He’s positive the rest of the group is out there somewhere, dying of lust at the sounds Taemin makes for him and only him.
Taemin’s legs are shaking so badly he can hardly keep on his feet. His mind and body are inflamed by the intensity of sensation Jinki just put him through and he’s still softly sobbing with need. The only thing holding him back from explosion is Jinki’s firm hold on him and that seems like torture.
“Jinki, please, please....” he begs softly, relieved when he’s suddenly in Jinki’s arms, his long legs dangling as he’s carried the short distance to the bed. There’s a glass of water on the nightstand and Jinki sips before he crawls up between Taemin’s legs.
“Love you, aegi, love you so fucking much,” Jinki whispers and it’s like the dark desperation of possession from earlier has faded and now all Taemin sees is the love in Jinki’s eyes. Weakly Taemin loops his arms and legs around Jinki’s body and he knows Jinki’s slicking himself up and then there’s the slow, steady, perfect surge of Jinki’s beautiful big dick into Taemin’s starving body.
“I love you Jinki, I love you, I love you.” Taemin repeats the words over and over again as Jinki takes him oh so slow and careful. The heat and pleasure and absolute perfection of their joining ramps up fast because it’s been what seems like an eternity and they both need each other so much.
Taemin comes on a suffocated scream, once in a deep helpless eruption that makes him dig scrapes into Jinki’s back it feels so good and then a second time barely a half minute before Jinki. Jinki cries out and kisses him with ravishing power and Taemin shudders with both his own pleasure and his boyfriends, feeling tears come to his eyes. This is what makes everything else worth it, the way Jinki holds him and kisses him and whispers stuttering love words in four languages in his ears.
“I love you Jinki,” Taemin whispers, drowsiness beginning to sweep over him as he cuddles into Jinki’s hold.
“My beautiful Taemin,” Jinki whispers back and gathers Taemin in close against him. Mine.
Title: Possession.
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 5657
Genre: Sexual Control/Posession/hell if i know what to call it.
Rating: NC17
Summary: Something happens while SHINee is in a photoshoot and Jinki's possessive controlling buttons get pushed.
Warnings: Dominance. Control. Exhibitionism There's some swearing and boy x boy sex. That's about it.
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
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Jinki knows somewhere in the very depth of his soul, that there's something off about him at times. How he feels about Taemin defies all simple definitions and classifications. His feelings are so powerful that they drive him to demand things from Taemin that just can’t be quite right. And yet the need, the want, the hunger never really rests - he can never be completely satisfied. It's uncontrollable, the way he feels for Taemin, like a sleeping predator that comes awake with a roar at the smallest provocation. And then he is merciless even though he truly loves Taemin.
A tiny thing can start a chain reaction, like today.
Earlier SHINee had a photo shoot. It was nothing all that out of the ordinary; they are rising in popularity and as the group becomes more of an A List band, the more photoshoots they seem to do. But Minho had his arm around Taemin at one point, and even though Jinki was very carefully not looking at that embrace - he still sensed the moment when Minho's fingers accidentally brushed one of the small piercings in Taemin's nipples. Jinki felt torn between a smug sensation at the very fact that Taemin's nipples are pierced in the first place; for him, and a fierce possessive near rage at the notion that someone else could make Taemin squirm like that with just a mere passing touch. He wanted to tear Minho to pieces, and wanted to stake his claim on Taemin in the most public and graphic way possible - just because of that one touch.
Taemin belongs to him, Jinki tells himself, and glances over from his seat in the van to the thin silver coil around Taemin's pretty throat. Mine, he thinks and tries to quell the possessive instinct, the ache in his very being to stake his claim that’s been all but choking him since earlier today. He's already given Minho a long stare until the taller man looked away in unspoken yielding to Jinki's dominance where Taemin is concerned. It's exactly like SHINee is a pride of lions and one of them has to be the alpha, and that's always got to be Jinki because he can't tolerate anything else for more than a few hours.
It's all he can do not to reach over, tuck his fingers into that silver coil and yank Taemin into his lap right there in the van where the managers can see what he does to Taemin's narrow and lithe little body until the youngest is whimpering for him. The hungry part of Jinki's being wants that, wants to make a display out of it, out of making Taemin blush and squirm and beg for him in front of everyone. He pushes the thought aside, smothers it, swallows it, and tries to ignore the way his cock twitches in the snug confines of his pants.
He is still Taemin's hyung, Jinki reminds himself against the rough predatorial urge in his heart. It's his job to protect Taemin not devour him in this...this dark furious craving that is never, ever satisfied. Even while he's lecturing himself, Jinki knows he won't be able to keep from molesting Taemin the first halfway decent chance at privacy they have. And Taemin won't even try to stop him; Jinki thinks with a smug confidence. Taemin belongs to him and is as thoroughly addicted to Jinki as Jinki undeniably is addicted to Taemin.
.....
Taemin sneaks glances at Jinki from under his long lashes and tries to breathe around the slow burning and almost frightening sense of want he's felt coming off of the older man for the last several hours. He knew it instantly; the minute that Jinki's buttons got pushed earlier at the photo shoot. He licks his lips and feels the prickle of goose bumps along the inside of his wrists and thighs; it's like waiting for a lightning storm to break - the way Jinki's sexy demanding side comes raging out of him at times like this. And even though Taemin knows he ought to be afraid of the fire, he is only hungry for it as if he’s waited too long for the next hit.
He didn't try to provoke Jinki; but he's not sorry that the curve of Jinki's mouth and the heat in his eyes are all flashing warnings of what is to come. Jinki's touch, his kisses, the little bruises he leaves on Taemin's hip and collarbone, the way he takes Taemin over in every sense until Taemin is trembling with pleasure are necessities of Taemin's life. He closes his eyes tightly and leans back against the seat as the thought of Jinki's overwhelming power invading him makes him flash with a sudden sexual sweat. It’s not just physical either, it’s far more intense than that.
Taemin drags his teeth across his tongue and takes in measured breaths as slowly as he can. He's long past fighting his abject addiction to Jinki. He gave that up what seems an eternity ago; when he let Jinki put the slim silver band around his throat and take him in secret to get his nipples pierced. A longing glance slides over to Jinki's profile and Taemin smothers the need to crawl across Jinki's lap and plaster himself against the skin and bone and brooding power of the older man. He hums softly, restlessly and closes his eyes tightly. He can wait, Taemin tells himself even though he’s already edgy and burning.
This time he won't be mewling in Jinki's ear, trying to get those big hands on him, everywhere, anywhere until Jinki is ready. Never mind that he's absolutely, unutterably hard and nothing is going to change that except Jinki. He can wait, a little while anyway. Taemin shivers all over, knowing Jinki is fully capable of making him wait and wait if he chooses and Taemin can't break Jinki's control over him...and doesn't want to.
.....
Jinki pulls Taemin into the bedroom the minute he crosses the threshold and pushes him up against the door. "I love you," Jinki says, his voice hoarse. He kisses Taemin's cheeks, his brow, his eyes. "I love you so fucking much and I can't stand anyone else touching you."
Taemin moans softly, arching into the heat of Jinki's body and the soft, sweet brush of his boyfriend's lusciously gentle lips. "I love you too, Jinki," he says, clutching onto Jinki's back with both hands, feeling the smooth muscle under the rumpled fabric of the shirt in his grip. "I don't want anyone else touching me, I swear...I only want you, I only love you." Taemin breathes.
"You feel so good, Tae," Jinki whispers, crowding in so that Taemin can feel his hard on against his stomach, can grind against Jinki's muscular thigh.
Before Taemin can answer, there's a banging on the door. "Oi, come out of there, dinner," Key yells through the wood.
Jinki pulls back slowly, staring into Taemin's eyes. "You belong to me. You're mine," he says fiercely, fingertips roaming across the band on Taemin's throat.
"Always," Taemin sighs, already missing Jinki's weight, his warmth and strength and the quivering almost piercing feel of him all hard and hungry. He opens his mouth to say something else, but Jinki's already walked back towards the common area leaving Taemin to try to remember how to breathe.
....
A few hours later, Jinki drags Taemin into his lap in the big easy chair where the five of them are supposedly watching a movie. He locks a strong arm around Taemin's waist and holds him sprawled, while the other hand braces Taemin's back as Jinki holds him tipped off balance. He can see the startled heat in Taemin's eyes, along with the flush of slightly fearful embarrassment on those soft cheeks. He smirks faintly, and for a moment, holds Taemin just there - relishing the wide eyed look from Taemin and the knowledge that even if he starts groping Taemin's body right there in front of everyone, the younger boy won't protest. The little shimmer of fear and nervousness somehow makes the seductive passion in Taemin’s eyes even more erotic to Jinki. There’s a long pause while they stare at each other.
He takes pity, pulling Taemin upright against him. He solicitously snuggles his boyfriend’s slender frame up against his own and flings a blanket half over both of them. Jinki stares blandly at the sharp glances he gets from the others in the room until they look away again under his gaze. When everyone is supposedly concentrating on the television, Jinki reaches up to snap off the light beside the chair, leaving the corner where he and Taemin are cuddling in almost complete darkness.
Jinki ducks his head then and whispers softly in Taemin's ear. "You'll have to be quiet, baby." It's not quite an order, but it's all the warning Taemin will get. Jinki's not about to wait to get his hands on Taemin, not after the small hell of waiting he's already been through today. He needs to touch, to reimprint his claim on Taemin’s body and heart and wipe away Minho’s brief touch.
Immediately one hand slides under Taemin's shirt and finds one of his small nipples and the barbaric piece of metal that passes through it. His fingertips pluck at it ever so lightly. The memory of Minho's accidental touch and Taemin's sexy squirm is still riding him but he almost purrs with pleasure when Taemin gasps softly and wiggles in Jinki’s arms. Mine. he thinks again.
Taemin knows what's in store for him the minute he's pulled into Jinki's lap and he's completely powerless to resist. It's all he can manage to keep himself from arching against Jinki when he's held slanted over Jinki's arm, staring up at him with breathless desire and terror. He cuddles himself in under the blanket, loving the feel of Jinki's warm strong body pressed up against his own and biting his lip in anticipation of the older boy's touch. He doesn't have to wait long, the first light touch on his pierced nipple has him squirming in seconds, his cock going harder than ever under his loose sweat pants. The small prickle of trepidation is crowded out by the passion rising fast in his veins and heart.
"Oh, God, Jinki..." Taemin whispers, drowning the words in the side of Jinki's neck then licking the warm salty flesh like a kitten.
Jinki fucking loves the way Taemin reacts just for him. The sultry wriggle and the tension in the soft whisper, and that flicker of velvet tongue against his skin are all perfect. They are just what he needs to wash away the memory still driving him.
"Feel good baby?" Jinki whispers back, treating the second nipple the same way and snaking his free hand down to palm Taemin's crotch where he's already hard under Jinki's touch.
Taemin whimpers very, very softly, panting as quietly as he can. The blanket and the dim light help shroud what they are doing but he doesn't dare make noise and draw the attention of the other three boys. And yet, it's so incredibly difficult to be quiet when Jinki's big hand is moving oh so slowly and lightly, just barely pressing against Taemin’s pulsing erection. It’s driving him wild, that light pressure and Taemin can’t stop himself from lifting his hips shamelessly against the light touch, rubbing himself against Jinki's hand.
"My hot little slut, " Jinki hisses, desire roughening the affection in his voice. He sucks briefly at the lobe of Taemin's ear before speaking again.
"Imagine if I could fuck you right now, right this minute. I’d be in you so deep, with everyone in here, not knowing what we're doing. I'd grind up into your ass just to try to get one little bit deeper, hitting you just so inside."
Taemin bites his tongue and trembles hard. Jinki's voice is low and sexy, close to Taemin's ear. The words are wrecking him from being called Jinki's slut to the vivid image of that slow hard stroke that could make Taemin see stars while being helpless to move against Jinki’s thrust.. He wants to cry out and clutch Jinki to him, beg him not to torture him like that - to instead carry him to bed and fuck him senseless. All he can do is shake and pant and throb under the still far too light touch of Jinki’s hand, squirming as much as he dares.
Jinki shivers with adoration at Taemin’s responsiveness. He can feel his boyfriend’s submissive tension, hear the little gasps and pants that escape soft hungry lips. Taemin’s cock is pulsing, dampening the fabric of his pajama pants under Jinki’s hand and Jinki wants to do just as he suggested, so badly. To have Taemin right there, until he was whimpering aloud for him, begging him right there in front of the others to give Taemin more of what he craves. That would send an unmistakeable hands off message he thinks darkly. But he swallows the urge as best he can, though the thought of Taemin’s fear and heated embarrassment and seductive passion all mingled together is almost irresistible.
He keeps up the light touches instead to satisfy the dark hunger; playing with Taemin's nipples softly over and over again and letting the younger boy press up against his hand where it's positioned between his legs. Jinki is by no means even close to ready to letting Taemin come. There's some starving and dark part of him that loves the way Taemin squirms and shakes, especially now when he is constrained by the need for quiet and stillness.
Taemin is burning alive. He has no idea what's on the television screen and doesn't really care. All he can think about is Jinki, and his blood is burning in his veins. His nipples are so tight under the piercings, and Jinki seems to adore teasing the ultra sensitive little nubs. Every soft touch sends a streak of heat right down his spine to ground hard in his balls.
Jinki's strong hands pin his hips down, holding him still and Taemin bites his lips to keep from whimpering out loud. He's crowded into Jinki's body but the touch on his cock, tantalisingly light though it was is gone and Taemin's thighs and stomach muscles are taut with sexual tension. He can't think any more past the quivering lust roaring through him.
"J---Jinki...oh God...." he dares to whisper, peppering Jinki's neck and jaw with damp, imploring kisses.
Jinki doesn't answer in words, but his fingers tighten on Taemin's hips, forcing him into a feverishly aroused stillness - ass plastered to Jinki's own rampant erection. There's no friction, no toying with Taemin's nipples and flagrant hard on for several minutes. Only the feel of Jinki's body against his and the sense of being held captive. Jinki revels in his power over Taemin, tipping his head to one side to suck in some oxygen.
Taemin finds it nearly intolerable, panting softly under cover of the blanket’s soft folds even though he’s sweating with heat.. He bites at his lip hard more than once to keep coaxing, pleading words behind his teeth. Even if he shrieks at the top of his lungs, Taemin knows from experience, Jinki won't give in. He whimpers very softly over and over again for what seems like a century of wanting.
Jinki loves that tiny, tiny sound in his ears, loves the tension in Taemin's slender frame. He holds the younger boy still and clutches him closer. Later he'll let Taemin squirm and writhe for him, but not now, adoring Taemin and his exquisitely flammable sensitivity and having him just like this. He waits til the television program is over, casually flicking on the light and wrapping an arm around Taemin loosely.
Turning his head he meets stares from the others in the room, especially Key with a bland smile. Of the three others, it's Key who is most likely to really challenge Jinki over what he does with and to Taemin. Or try to anyway. He makes a statement out of bending his head and licking a stripe over Taemin's throat. Mine, he thinks with a predatory swell of emotion. I love him and he's mine.
"Goodnight," he says with a fake attempt at pleasantness as he stands up, letting the blanket fall into the chair and pulling Taemin up with him. Jinki knows how they both look; how obvious it is what's on his mind and he rather enjoys it. He smirks at Key’s stare, pleased when the younger man closes his mouth and gives him a glare instead.
Gathering Taemin against his side, Jinki heads purposefully for their manager's empty bedroom. He doesn't let the door shut all the way though, because the dark predatory heat in his heart wants to make a display out of what he's about to do with Taemin, to flaunt how very much the younger belongs to him and only him.
"Jinki..." Taemin whispers, backing away a couple of steps and glancing at the door standing ajar with an anxious look. He can't really care though about who hears or who sees, not when Jinki is taking up all of his attention. His knees feel weak and there's no air, the flicker of embarrassment running through his system in no way quelling the blatant want making him shiver in the small room.
“I love when you want me so badly, want me in you so badly,” Jinki says softly, his voice as sweet as he can make it and he flashes Taemin a loving smile despite the sexuality of the words he’s speaking. “Nothing gets me hotter than you being such a needy slut for me.”
Taemin licks his lips and makes a small frustrated sound, his body automatically shifting, hips tilting towards Jinki as if asking for something, anything that Jinki will give to him. His skin is flushed and Jinki can see the hot look in the younger boy's dark eyes despite the prickle of embarrassment in those eyes as well.
"You're so beautiful, so hot when you almost can't stand how badly you want me," Jinki says softly. "I think I could make you come with just a touch right now, couldn't I?" He runs his eyes over Taemin's slender sexy little body and the twisting, hungry itch is a thousand times more powerful than it was out in the living area.
“Oh My God,” Taemin answers breathlessly, his whole stance shifting as if to beg Jinki for that one little touch.
Jinki smirks a little, watching Taemin with avid attention. Every little movement, every little twitch of reaction from Taemin feeds something in him, gives him something he can't live without. He brushes his fingers across his chin, taking a step or two after Taemin, like the lion prowling after prey. "You're blushing, baby," he murmurs.
As he speaks, Jinki turns with Taemin leaning back against him so the two of them are facing the mirror on the wall. He crowds Taemin until the hard bulge of his erection is pressed up firm against Taemin’s curving ass, despite the separation of both of their loose pants. “Look how desperate you look, Taemin. Just for me,” he breathes, chin on Taemin’s shoulder as the younger boy slumps back against him.
"Jinki..." Taemin can't seem to say anything else, the pounding of his blood in his ears and the raw quivering ache in his body are stealing away his ability to think. “Just....love you so much.”
"I love you too," Jinki answers immediately, his eyes bright with affection despite the quivering burn slithering through his veins. His voice changes a minute later, going deeper and harder. "I need to...to play with you tonight, make you come undone for me," Jinki purrs. It's the only warning Taemin will get, those few simple words that have his boyfriend sucking in his breath, gazing at him in a perfect mixture of fear and lust.
Jinki steps iaround Taemin pushing him back towards the wall with one hand, while the other takes care of wrenching off the loose shirt Taemin is wearing, relishing the soft tearing sound of the worn fabric. "I'm going to do all the things you love, and hate, and can't resist," he goes on as he crowds in between Taemin's long legs, pinning his lover against the wall.
Taemin mewls helplessly, letting the cool wall take his weight, feeling the chill against his overheated skin. He arches up into Jinki's body instantly, shamelessly grinding his hips against the voluptuous firmness of Jinki's erection even through their please. "Please Jinki...please...just fuck me...just do it...need it, need you so bad right now," he breathes, knowing already that the words are useless when that look is in his boyfriend's dark eyes.
"I want you to remember who you belong to," Jinki growls, dropping his head to suck at one of Taemin's pierced nipples, holding the younger boy firmly against the wall when he tries to squirm and jerk against him. "I want you to never forget that you're mine."
"Jinkiiiii..." Taemin wants to scream, twisting and struggling against Jinki's grip even though it's useless and worse, he doesn't really want to escape. He’s mewling like a cat in heat way too loudly and doesn’t care. All he can think about between heated bursts of pleasure pain all over his body is Jinki's delectably large cock and how much he wants that hard length shoving into him, filling him, forcing him in the best possible way. Trying to keep himself halfway quiet when he's already quivering with pleasure and lust is impossible and somehow that only adds to his excitement.
"Not yet. I need more. Need to taste you, feel you, God, Taemin, can't get enough." Jinki answers him roughly, holding him still easily with one hand while the other slides down Taemin's body possessively. In moments, Jinki is dropping to his knees, lips parted as he kisses and licks at Taemin's hot, smooth skin.
"Please, Jinki...Please..." Taemin whispers, shivering as the slide of Jinki's lips and tongue wander from his throbbing nipples down his rib cage and stomach while fingertips push his pajama pants down his legs. He couldn't move away from the older boy now if his life depended on it and he bites dizzily at the side of his own hand to try to distract his burning senses. The cool air makes his cock jump and a fierce spasm of lust ripples over Taemin's awareness.
Jinki feels the dark predatory part of him take over almost completely as he lets his mouth wander over Taemin's sleek flesh. The younger boy is already so over heated, so needy for him, it arouses him almost cruelly. He has no compunction about licking lasciviously up the length of Taemin's pretty erection, savoring the throbbing heat on his tongue, against his lips. He looks up through his lashes as he presses Taemin's hips against the wall with his hands, forcing his lover to struggle against his grip in seek of more contact.
"You're so pretty like this...love to keep you like this, just like this, hot for me, whimpering ..." Jinki mutters harshly and opens his mouth over Taemin's erection, sucking the hard damp head inside slow and sensual. He purrs low in the back of his throat when Taemin gasps, that choked moan loud enough for everyone to hear beyond the false privacy of the bedroom.
Taemin closes his eyes tightly, the sight of Jinki sucking him in so slow and sweet imprinted on his brain. He's so flushed that any embarrassment at the way he's moaning is lost in the burning pleasure. He strains hungrily, pushing against Jinki's hands, longing to shove himself even deeper into the hot mouth driving him wild but he's held prisoner by the grip on his hips and that only excites him further. He sinks his fingers into Jinki's hair, stroking through the silky strands with a frantic adoration and pulling a little bit as he continues to fight against his boyfriend’s steely grip.
Jinki takes Taemin in, slow and steady, sucking hard then pausing for a few tantalizing little licks. He loves the way the younger boy squirms against his hold, clutches at his hair, moans over and over again. Jinki can feel Taemin twitching, pulsing; can taste the little drops escaping from Taemin’s body, everything about him telegraphing wanton pleasure rising closer and closer to climax. So delicious, so responsive, his heart clutches with love and possession. Wickedly, he pulls back, letting Taemin's cock slip free of his mouth gently.
Taemin knew this would happen, knew Jinki wouldn't let him come this soon, this easily but that doesn't stop him from hissing a shaken protest. "Jinki...God...please, please, please” he mutters, voice rising as his toes curl with the frustrated desire making his cock drip and his knees weak. Begging is such a small price to pay if Jinki will only let him come.
Jinki reaches up and grasps Taemin's wrist, and slides back up to his feet, crowding Taemin into the wall. He lets Taemin feel the iron hard burning bar of his own erection through the pants he's still wearing. "I could fucking eat you," Jinki says softly, his lips tugging at the lobe of Taemin’s ear.
"You beg so pretty, baby." he adds, pressing his lips to the side of Taemin's throat and shamelessly sucking a dark bruised mark on the sensitive flesh. “I love the way you beg for me like that.”
Taemin writhes against Jinki's seductive weight, grinding up hard against the tantalising hardness that Jinki won't let him have...yet. He wraps himself around the older boy, arching his back and grinding into him with an avid sensuality. "Just fuck me please, Jinki...I want your fucking cock in me," Taemin croons bluntly, his fingertips skating under Jinki's shirt, digging into the firm flesh of his sweat dampened back. He's lost now to everything but the vivid bright light of Jinki's fully focused erotic attention. The rest of them could walk in now and watch, and it wouldn't stop him, couldn't stop him.
"You've got a dirty mouth, Tae," Jinki answers, kissing and licking at Taemin's collar bones as he links their hands together and rolls his hips into Taemin's pelvis. "I love that." He drops his head, finding a swollen nipple to suck between his lips. The caress causes a full body shudder from Taemin and blunt nails dig into Jinki's hips.
"Oh God...ohhhhh...Jinki...Jinki..." Taemin whimpers, arching tighter against Jinki's full lips, his senses going wild at the caress. One big hand is there between them suddenly, capturing his swollen erection, working him knowingly and Taemin thrashes with pleasure. He's nearly sobbing with delight and the need for release, head thrown back as he works himself against Jinki's hand, Jinki's lips, always Jinki.
Jinki is revelling in this. He is the only one who can take Taemin over, taunt him and tease him and toy with him until the younger is incoherent, finally losing most of his grace in Jinki's every touch and caress. Taemin is his and the way his boyfriend shivers and croons and damn near cries for him is part of that possession. His own desire is sublimated in his complete concentration on Taemin's every reaction, on pushing him as far as he possibly can without letting Taemin's passion trip past climax.
He pulls out of Taemin’s clinging arms, the long leg hitched around his hip but only so he can spin Taemin’s trembling body around to face the wall and step back a little. He pulls off his own shirt and tosses it to the floor, gazing at the sleek, smooth workings of Taemin’s body as he arches his back and tips his head to give Jinki such a mesmerised look from long lashes.
“Jinki...come back,” Taemin’s tone is a plea in itself and his fingers scrabble at the smooth painted wall while he looks behind him to find his boyfriend. His legs are shaking and the way his pulse is beating in his erection, in his wrists and ankles and thighs and palms is driving him out of his mind.
“That’s right, sweetheart, spread your legs for me,” Jinki croons, eyes skating possessively all over Taemin’s sexy body. The creamy skin is flushed and marked with tiny bruises and he runs his palm down Taemin’s smooth sweat damp back all the way down to the curve of his ass.
He leans in then and growls low in Taemin’s ear. “Now I want you to reach back and pull those cheeks open for me, and don’t...fucking...move.”
Taemin whines, biting his lip as he does exactly as Jinki wants. He lays his burning cheek against the cool wall and shudders. “Jinki...please...gonna make me ….”
“Beg? Plead? Wail?” Jinki asks softly, dropping a kiss on Taemin’s shoulder before he drops back to his knees. “I know you’re not gonna come, baby...not until I say you can.”
Taemin only sobs, speaking is way too difficult, not when he knows exactly what Jinki is about to do to him. The first soft scalding hot wet little lick around his opening has him gasping for breath and twitching helplessly. After that he’s lost in nothing but choked whimpers and helpless cries.
Jinki loves doing this, loves the dirty decadence of it and the way it makes Taemin all but scream for mercy. He takes his time, slow and easy, beginning with soft little licks all around the small spasming opening. Everytime it’s a marvel to him that he can fit in this little hole. He holds Taemin’s hips still with one hand and braces against the wall with the other.
Every little gasp and pant and sob and whimper that comes out of Taemin’s kiss bruised lips only excites him viciously until he’s tongue fucking Taemin in hard, firm jabs. Taemin’s overheated body is working itself against Jinki’s lips and tongue and face and he slides one hand around to curve firmly at the base of Taemin’s hard cock as those cries begin to escalate in a way he’s very familiar with.
“No, baby,” Jinki says hoarsely when he finally lets up, hearing Taemin’s anguished little wail with a mixture of complete conquest and utter desire as he glances towards the still open door. He’s positive the rest of the group is out there somewhere, dying of lust at the sounds Taemin makes for him and only him.
Taemin’s legs are shaking so badly he can hardly keep on his feet. His mind and body are inflamed by the intensity of sensation Jinki just put him through and he’s still softly sobbing with need. The only thing holding him back from explosion is Jinki’s firm hold on him and that seems like torture.
“Jinki, please, please....” he begs softly, relieved when he’s suddenly in Jinki’s arms, his long legs dangling as he’s carried the short distance to the bed. There’s a glass of water on the nightstand and Jinki sips before he crawls up between Taemin’s legs.
“Love you, aegi, love you so fucking much,” Jinki whispers and it’s like the dark desperation of possession from earlier has faded and now all Taemin sees is the love in Jinki’s eyes. Weakly Taemin loops his arms and legs around Jinki’s body and he knows Jinki’s slicking himself up and then there’s the slow, steady, perfect surge of Jinki’s beautiful big dick into Taemin’s starving body.
“I love you Jinki, I love you, I love you.” Taemin repeats the words over and over again as Jinki takes him oh so slow and careful. The heat and pleasure and absolute perfection of their joining ramps up fast because it’s been what seems like an eternity and they both need each other so much.
Taemin comes on a suffocated scream, once in a deep helpless eruption that makes him dig scrapes into Jinki’s back it feels so good and then a second time barely a half minute before Jinki. Jinki cries out and kisses him with ravishing power and Taemin shudders with both his own pleasure and his boyfriends, feeling tears come to his eyes. This is what makes everything else worth it, the way Jinki holds him and kisses him and whispers stuttering love words in four languages in his ears.
“I love you Jinki,” Taemin whispers, drowsiness beginning to sweep over him as he cuddles into Jinki’s hold.
“My beautiful Taemin,” Jinki whispers back and gathers Taemin in close against him. Mine.