Kitty 2/3
Title: Kitty 2/3
Pairing: Jinki/Taemin (SHINee)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh the things I would do to Taemin if I actually did own him. But I don't.
Summary: Jinki is pretty sure he's still drunk when he finds a boy with ears and a tail sleeping on his couch.
A/N: This fic is for mearii87 because it's all her fault.
Warning: catboy!Taemin, master/pet
Part 2:
“Can I come see where you work?” Taemin asks, one morning, almost a week after he explained the rules to Jinki.
He still hasn’t received a Declaration of Intent, and Taemin does his best not to get frustrated. He reminds himself that it took his last master almost a year before he uttered those few words to him. It’s only been a month with Jinki.
“You want to go outside?”
Taemin smiles and lets his teeth show and his eyes slit. “You say that like I haven’t ever been outside before.”
“Well, yeah, but ...”
“Please?” Taemin asks. “I love books. One of my favorite rooms in the palace was the library. I love the smell and the quiet and the peace. I’m sure there’s a window with a patch of sun that I can nap under.”
Jinki smiles. “But your ... ears and ...”
Taemin laughs. “It’s winter time, very easy to hide under a beanie and a hoody.” Taemin brings the hoody he is wearing up to his nose and sniffs. “Please?”
Jinki stares at him a beat and then shrugs. “Why the hell not?”
They leave an hour earlier than normal, and Taemin wants to ask but doesn’t. He’s delighted when Jinki leads him into a store and tells him to pick out a pair of boots he wants. There is no way that Jinki knows that he is allowed and encouraged to buy Taemin presents in order to win him over. He doesn’t know that, but Taemin can tell from the look on his face that making Taemin happy makes him happy, and that’s the first step. A good step.
He will tell Jinki about the collar soon.
(=^ェ^=)
It is hard to concentrate on work, especially since the chair with the most light (and therefore the best for his cat) is in direct sight of Jinki’s desk. He sits sideways in the squishy armchair, legs (complete with his new sexy, high boots with laces and zippers and buttons) thrown over the arm, hooked at the knee. He reads, and he sleeps.
And he looks up at Jinki and catches his eye and smiles. Probably every two minutes.
God, those boots. They are tucked into bright blue skinny jeans (because Taemin needed jeans to go with the boots) and dressed, with a hoody and a beanie, walking, holding his hand (claws sheathed), Taemin looks older than when he is on his hands and knees and licking sauce off Jinki’s fingertips.
Jinki moans and buries his face in his hands.
“Bringing your boytoy to work is always a bad idea,” his co-worker Kibum says.
Jinki tells him to fuck off.
(=^ェ^=)
Taemin loves Jinki’s work. He loves walking through the aisles of books and letting his fingers bump along the spine. He has to fight the urge to curl up in empty spaces on the shelves, and he has to fight the urge to curl up under Jinki’s desk and wrap himself around Jinki’s calves. He doesn’t go with him often, just once a week. But every time, Jinki buys him something. A scarf, a jacket, shoes. Candy, food, and a stuffed bear that Taemin bats around the house until its stuffing is spilling out of it.
Jinki buys him everything but a collar.
And Taemin knows that he cannot put it off much longer, despite how much he enjoys everything. It isn’t fair to Jinki or to him, because if Jinki does not want to collar him, own him, possess him, then Taemin has to leave.
(=^ェ^=)
Jinki thinks he deserves a prize. A medal. A trophy. A plate of cookies.
A good long fuck in a nice tight body.
That. That is what he wants.
With a particular body.
One with a tail and ears and claws.
But he knows he can’t.
Taemin cuddles up with him and snuggles in his lap and purrs when he’s petted, but that is all. Jinki thinks that Taemin is waiting for him. He is the master, right? He needs to make the first move, right?
Jinki isn’t sure. So he rubs his cock raw.
He wants Taemin so much, and Taemin knows how horny he is. He smirks after rubbing against his side, or pushing his face into his thigh, mouth so close to his dick that is half hard most of the time.
He wants Taemin. But he doesn’t want Taemin to think he only wants to be his Master because of the sex. He knows that he needs to tell Taemin. Make this Declaration of Intent. He’s sure that Taemin will not refuse him.
So he does something he probably shouldn’t.
He does not tell Taemin the next time he is off early and instead goes out and picks up a pretty kid named Baekhyun at a nearby bar. He smiles and buys him a drink, and then suggests they go find a place more private to talk. He blames the horniness for not thinking clearly, but it’s very easy to press into the kid, stretch him open, and fuck him. He does not mind when the kid calls him “Daddy” (though he definitely prefers “Master”) and he is very gentle with him after, holding him tightly until his tears stop and he falls asleep on the bed.
Jinki leaves him there.
With a slightly clear mind, Jinki knows that it was stupid. But he can think. He won’t be in danger of coming just from a smile from Taemin.
He needs a kiss.
(=^ェ^=)
Taemin dozes on the couch, curled up and happy, waiting for Jinki to get home. It is a bit late, but sometimes Jinki has to stay later at the library to shelve new books or those returned. He smiles when the door opens and purrs when Jinki comes to the couch to rub between his ears.
He says something about a shower.
Taemin smiles and stretches, breathing deeply. He stops, freezes, and panic sets in. A anxious twisty feeling of rejection.
Jinki, his master, smells like someone else.
(=^ェ^=)
“Taemin?” Jinki calls and searches for him again. His boots are here, his coat in the closet. His apartment isn’t really big enough to hide in. He remembers that Taemin is a cat and looks up, too. On top of the fridge, on top of the dresser, on top of the bookshelf.
He swallows rising panic and stops in the middle of the bedroom, looking around. The closet door, that he usually keeps shut, is open, just a tiny bit.
“Taemin?” Jinki whispers and moves toward it.
He hears a small muffled sound (was that a sob?) and opens the closet door.
Taemin is curled up on himself in the farthest corner, under the shelf where Jinki keeps his pants. Jinki sees his bare feet, the curve of his ankle. And hears a small snuffle and whimper.
“Taemin?”
“You have thirty seconds to explain.”
“Explain?”
“Yes.”
“Explain what?”
Taemin’s face, his pretty tear-streaked face, appears for only a moment and only long enough to give him a very pointed look.
Jinki doesn’t know what to say. The only thing to upset him this much is that he knows what Jinki did with his afternoon. But there really isn’t way for him to know.
Taemin growls and emerges from his hiding space. “I’ve spent the last twenty minutes fighting the instinct to leave because humans are stupid, selfish, annoying creatures. And you can’t even explain why, why you fucking smell like someone else.”
Jinki’s eyes widen. Right. Heightened sense of smell. He should have known. He should have kept it in his pants.
He takes a deep breath and sits on his bed.
Taemin leans against the wall and crosses his arms. He’s wearing Jinki’s clothes again, even though he has his own now.
“Look, I--”
“You’re not supposed to fuck someone else when you’re trying to become my master!” Taemin shouts.
“Taemin, I--”
“No, you shut up. Just ... the only reason I didn’t leave is because you don’t know the rules. But this one seems obvious. If you’re interested in someone else, why would you go fuck someone else? Was he good? Did he get you off? Did he tell you what a stud you are?”
“Taemin--”
“No. No. I ... I ... I don’t even want to look at you right now.” Taemin stalks past him and Jinki lets him go. He hears thumps in the other room, but the door does not open and when it quiets, Jinki can breathe again. He leans back on the bed and curses himself because he knew it was a stupid decision. Upsetting Taemin is not worth a random fuck. He’s going to have to work really hard to build up Taemin’s trust again. And to prove to the cat that he wants to be his master.
(=^ェ^=)
Taemin curls up on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf. The heavy tomes that were once on it lay scattered on the floor. He covers his head with the blanket Jinki brought home just yesterday and tries to smash himself deeper into the corner when Jinki comes out of the room.
He tracks Jinki into the kitchen by his footsteps. He listens to him order out for food. Crab and lobster pasta. Taemin is hungry. But he is also mad. Very, very mad.
Jinki sits on the couch and sighs.
“I want to be your master,” he says.
Taemin bites back a sob.
“I do. I want to, but ... it was stupid, but I was horny, and I know that isn’t an excuse ... but I wanted to be able to tell you that I want to be your master without you thinking that all I want is sex. I wanted ... I wanted to be able to say it without throwing you over the couch and fucking you senseless. It was stupid. And I’m sorry.”
Taemin moves enough of the blanket to say, “It wasn’t stupid. You’re stupid.”
Childish, sure, but truth.
Jinki sighs. “Yes. I am. I want you to forgive me, but I know you won’t for awhile. If at all. I really want to be your master, I really do. Even ... even before, all I could think about was you, all I want is you. It was barely satisfying. Barely necessary. With you ...”
“Shut up,” Taemin grumbles.
It’s quiet until the food arrives, and Taemin reluctantly crawls from the shelf. He thinks for a moment punishing Jinki more but also doesn’t want to. Jinki wants to be his master. And this time, the instinct to submit to him wins over Taemin’s desire to fight it. He crawls to the couch, kneels at his master’s feet and, with a demanding yowl, he opens his mouth and waits to be fed.
(=^ェ^=)
Jinki is in so much trouble. He knows it’s bad when Taemin barely speaks to him, barely touches him, barely looks at him. He sleeps on the bookshelf, or on the couch. The most they interact is when Jinki feeds him, and Taemin eats from his fingers.
And glares.
Jinki keeps telling himself that it is better than Taemin leaving.
He buys another bookshelf, taking the last corner up with it. This one is only three shelves, but Jinki has plenty of books to fill it. It is smaller than the other one. The books that had been on the bottom of the main shelf are moved to the bottom of this one, leaving Taemin with his shelf. Jinki buys him a pet pillow and another blanket.
Taemin is halfway through thanking him when he stops and demands, “What is that?” and points to the bag.
“Oh um ...” Jinki swallows, but does not try to hide the toy. “It ... it was free. With the purchase of the bed.”
“Give it to me.”
Jinki nods and hands over the bag. The plastic is shredded in Taemin’s haste and he drops the plastic ball onto the carpet. It jingles. There is a bell inside of it. He looks up at Jinki, down at the toy, and taps it with his finger. It moves and he smiles and pushes it further away. He crouches down and looks at it before moving it again, and then again further away. He bats it out of the living room, the bells echoing in the hall. With a grin, he chases after it.
Jinki sighs in relief. He was sure that Taemin would have been insulted knowing that Jinki bought a cat toy for him, on a whim.
“Jinki!” he says and yowls.
Jinki hurries to the bedroom. Taemin is sitting back on his feet, sulking.
“What?”
“It went under the dresser.”
Jinki smiles and easily moves the dresser. He picks it up, notices Taemin’s eyes plastered to the ball. With a flick of his wrist, he tosses it out of the room, and Taemin runs after it, silencing the bell for only a moment before he hears it skitter across the kitchen floor.
Taemin meows at it and then growls, and Jinki walks down the hall and is almost barreled over by Taemin chasing the ball into the living room.
Jinki laughs and vows to buy Taemin more toys.
(=^ェ^=)
Taemin decides that Jinki has waited long enough. Maybe not as long as Taemin may have made him wait if they were still in the palace so long ago, but long enough. It’s been almost twice as long as before Jinki acted like an idiot.
Three months really isn’t that long, but it’s long enough. And besides that one stupid moment (which Taemin is sure he’ll never let Jinki forget especially if it means he gets more toys to play with and flowers. He loves it when Master brings him flowers.), Jinki has been a perfect Master.
The best part is that Jinki doesn’t go anywhere without him. He goes to work and then comes home. He asks if Taemin wants to go shopping with him, or out to dinner, or one time they even went to a movie. It’s lots of fun to be out with Jinki and to hold his hand.
He sits next to his master on the couch and purrs, pushing up against his arm. Jinki smiles and moves his arm to pull Taemin close. Taemin reads the book in his hands for a little while, but Jinki is in the middle of it. He waits a few minutes and then moves the book.
Jinki ponders him from over the top of his glasses, and Taemin smiles and climbs into his lap, straddling his thighs. “Master,” he whispers and smirks when Jinki gasps.
“Master, I really ... I want ...” Taemin stops. “I ...”
Jinki runs hands up and down Taemin’s bare back, and Taemin curls into the touches, purring loudly.
“Wait, Master, just ... wait.”
Jinki stills his hands. They are shaking.
Taemin smiles. “I need ... I need ... I want you to be my master, but you have to be sure.”
“I am sure.”
“You have to ... you have to ...”
“What do I need to do?” Jinki asks and leans forward.
Taemin turns his head and Jinki kisses his cheek. “You can’t. Not ... not yet.”
Jinki growls. “Tell me what to do to be your master.”
Taemin bites his lower lip and pushes Jinki back, claws pressing into his shirt. “You’re supposed to call me ‘Pet’.”
Jinki’s eyes widen. “What?”
“A master and his pet. You’re supposed to call me ‘Pet,’ and I need a collar. I want a collar.”
Jinki shuts his eyes and takes off his glasses. “A collar?” he says, rubbing at his nose.
Taemin holds in his whimper of disappointment. “Yes,” he says softly. “It’s ... it’s the next step. If you ... you really do want ... I need a collar.”
“One with a bell?” Jinki asks and puts both hands on Taemin’s hips, squeezing lightly.
Taemin squirms and tries not to let his eagerness show.
But Jinki laughs. He traces a finger down Taemin’s cheek. “Okay, a collar. What color do you want?”
“I can pick?”
“Of course. I want you to have something you like.”
“White.”
“White?”
“Yes. I like white. It’s my favorite.”
“Okay. White.”
Taemin smiles widely and hugs Jinki tightly. “Thank you, Master.”
“I will do anything for you, Pet.”
And Taemin knows he means it.
(=^ェ^=)
It’s another long two weeks before the collar that Jinki ordered arrives. It’s expensive and beautiful, and Jinki hopes Taemin likes it. The leather is soft in his hands, braided and stamped with vines and flowers. The bell on it is white metal and so is the tag. It took Jinki a long time to decide what to have etched on its face. He flips is over and makes sure it is spelled correctly. “Master’s Pet.”
It is not very original, but every time Jinki calls his Pet “Taemin,” the adorable thing pouts at him until he corrects himself.
Taemin, his Pet, always calls him “Master” now.
Work lasts a long time, and Jinki stops in at a gift shop to have the box wrapped and to buy Taemin some white roses to go with it.
The girl behind the counter says that Jinki’s girlfriend is lucky to have him which only puts images of Pet in a skirt and stockings. He will have to ask if Pet likes that. He knows he will.
When he walks into the door, Taemin is standing, ears flat and he hisses. “You are late.”
Jinki smiles and says, “For good reason,” and holds out the package and the flowers.
Pet can never say no to a present and he snatches the box out of Jinki’s hands and has the paper in shreds before Jinki can even remove his shoes. He hears the box open and Taemin’s quick intake of breath.
“Master,” Taemin whispers and he’s on his knees rubbing against Jinki’s leg.
Jinki smiles down at him and scratches behind his ears. “Let me go set these flowers down and then I’ll put it on you, okay?”
Taemin pouts, but moves away and lets Jinki go into the kitchen to put the flowers on the counter. He thinks of putting them in water, but he does not want to make his Pet wait any longer. He sits on the couch and Pet crawls between his legs, chin up. He’s shaking.
Jinki runs his hand over Taemin’s neck. “Beautiful Pet. So very pretty.”
Pet preens and lifts his chin higher, a clear hint.
Jinki chuckles. He takes the white collar from the box and puts it around Taemin’s neck. His shivers are almost violent.
“I promise,” he says, and his throat closes and he has to wait a second before he can continue. “I promise that I will do everything I can to be a good master.”
Pet smiles and climbs into Jinki’s lap. He tangles his hands in Jinki’s hair and kisses him.
Jinki sits frozen for only a moment before his arms wrap around Pet’s waist and he takes over the kiss, controlling the gentle speed, the soft gasps and whimpers.
When he finally relents, Pet is stunned, smiling, happy. His purrs fill the room as he curls into Jinki’s chest.
“Thank you, Master,” Pet whispers.
Jinki hums. “You’re welcome, Pet.”
Part 3: Make Me Come
Part 1: Take Care of Me
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Pairing: Jinki/Taemin (SHINee)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh the things I would do to Taemin if I actually did own him. But I don't.
Summary: Jinki is pretty sure he's still drunk when he finds a boy with ears and a tail sleeping on his couch.
A/N: This fic is for mearii87 because it's all her fault.
Warning: catboy!Taemin, master/pet
Part 2:
“Can I come see where you work?” Taemin asks, one morning, almost a week after he explained the rules to Jinki.
He still hasn’t received a Declaration of Intent, and Taemin does his best not to get frustrated. He reminds himself that it took his last master almost a year before he uttered those few words to him. It’s only been a month with Jinki.
“You want to go outside?”
Taemin smiles and lets his teeth show and his eyes slit. “You say that like I haven’t ever been outside before.”
“Well, yeah, but ...”
“Please?” Taemin asks. “I love books. One of my favorite rooms in the palace was the library. I love the smell and the quiet and the peace. I’m sure there’s a window with a patch of sun that I can nap under.”
Jinki smiles. “But your ... ears and ...”
Taemin laughs. “It’s winter time, very easy to hide under a beanie and a hoody.” Taemin brings the hoody he is wearing up to his nose and sniffs. “Please?”
Jinki stares at him a beat and then shrugs. “Why the hell not?”
They leave an hour earlier than normal, and Taemin wants to ask but doesn’t. He’s delighted when Jinki leads him into a store and tells him to pick out a pair of boots he wants. There is no way that Jinki knows that he is allowed and encouraged to buy Taemin presents in order to win him over. He doesn’t know that, but Taemin can tell from the look on his face that making Taemin happy makes him happy, and that’s the first step. A good step.
He will tell Jinki about the collar soon.
(=^ェ^=)
It is hard to concentrate on work, especially since the chair with the most light (and therefore the best for his cat) is in direct sight of Jinki’s desk. He sits sideways in the squishy armchair, legs (complete with his new sexy, high boots with laces and zippers and buttons) thrown over the arm, hooked at the knee. He reads, and he sleeps.
And he looks up at Jinki and catches his eye and smiles. Probably every two minutes.
God, those boots. They are tucked into bright blue skinny jeans (because Taemin needed jeans to go with the boots) and dressed, with a hoody and a beanie, walking, holding his hand (claws sheathed), Taemin looks older than when he is on his hands and knees and licking sauce off Jinki’s fingertips.
Jinki moans and buries his face in his hands.
“Bringing your boytoy to work is always a bad idea,” his co-worker Kibum says.
Jinki tells him to fuck off.
(=^ェ^=)
Taemin loves Jinki’s work. He loves walking through the aisles of books and letting his fingers bump along the spine. He has to fight the urge to curl up in empty spaces on the shelves, and he has to fight the urge to curl up under Jinki’s desk and wrap himself around Jinki’s calves. He doesn’t go with him often, just once a week. But every time, Jinki buys him something. A scarf, a jacket, shoes. Candy, food, and a stuffed bear that Taemin bats around the house until its stuffing is spilling out of it.
Jinki buys him everything but a collar.
And Taemin knows that he cannot put it off much longer, despite how much he enjoys everything. It isn’t fair to Jinki or to him, because if Jinki does not want to collar him, own him, possess him, then Taemin has to leave.
(=^ェ^=)
Jinki thinks he deserves a prize. A medal. A trophy. A plate of cookies.
A good long fuck in a nice tight body.
That. That is what he wants.
With a particular body.
One with a tail and ears and claws.
But he knows he can’t.
Taemin cuddles up with him and snuggles in his lap and purrs when he’s petted, but that is all. Jinki thinks that Taemin is waiting for him. He is the master, right? He needs to make the first move, right?
Jinki isn’t sure. So he rubs his cock raw.
He wants Taemin so much, and Taemin knows how horny he is. He smirks after rubbing against his side, or pushing his face into his thigh, mouth so close to his dick that is half hard most of the time.
He wants Taemin. But he doesn’t want Taemin to think he only wants to be his Master because of the sex. He knows that he needs to tell Taemin. Make this Declaration of Intent. He’s sure that Taemin will not refuse him.
So he does something he probably shouldn’t.
He does not tell Taemin the next time he is off early and instead goes out and picks up a pretty kid named Baekhyun at a nearby bar. He smiles and buys him a drink, and then suggests they go find a place more private to talk. He blames the horniness for not thinking clearly, but it’s very easy to press into the kid, stretch him open, and fuck him. He does not mind when the kid calls him “Daddy” (though he definitely prefers “Master”) and he is very gentle with him after, holding him tightly until his tears stop and he falls asleep on the bed.
Jinki leaves him there.
With a slightly clear mind, Jinki knows that it was stupid. But he can think. He won’t be in danger of coming just from a smile from Taemin.
He needs a kiss.
(=^ェ^=)
Taemin dozes on the couch, curled up and happy, waiting for Jinki to get home. It is a bit late, but sometimes Jinki has to stay later at the library to shelve new books or those returned. He smiles when the door opens and purrs when Jinki comes to the couch to rub between his ears.
He says something about a shower.
Taemin smiles and stretches, breathing deeply. He stops, freezes, and panic sets in. A anxious twisty feeling of rejection.
Jinki, his master, smells like someone else.
(=^ェ^=)
“Taemin?” Jinki calls and searches for him again. His boots are here, his coat in the closet. His apartment isn’t really big enough to hide in. He remembers that Taemin is a cat and looks up, too. On top of the fridge, on top of the dresser, on top of the bookshelf.
He swallows rising panic and stops in the middle of the bedroom, looking around. The closet door, that he usually keeps shut, is open, just a tiny bit.
“Taemin?” Jinki whispers and moves toward it.
He hears a small muffled sound (was that a sob?) and opens the closet door.
Taemin is curled up on himself in the farthest corner, under the shelf where Jinki keeps his pants. Jinki sees his bare feet, the curve of his ankle. And hears a small snuffle and whimper.
“Taemin?”
“You have thirty seconds to explain.”
“Explain?”
“Yes.”
“Explain what?”
Taemin’s face, his pretty tear-streaked face, appears for only a moment and only long enough to give him a very pointed look.
Jinki doesn’t know what to say. The only thing to upset him this much is that he knows what Jinki did with his afternoon. But there really isn’t way for him to know.
Taemin growls and emerges from his hiding space. “I’ve spent the last twenty minutes fighting the instinct to leave because humans are stupid, selfish, annoying creatures. And you can’t even explain why, why you fucking smell like someone else.”
Jinki’s eyes widen. Right. Heightened sense of smell. He should have known. He should have kept it in his pants.
He takes a deep breath and sits on his bed.
Taemin leans against the wall and crosses his arms. He’s wearing Jinki’s clothes again, even though he has his own now.
“Look, I--”
“You’re not supposed to fuck someone else when you’re trying to become my master!” Taemin shouts.
“Taemin, I--”
“No, you shut up. Just ... the only reason I didn’t leave is because you don’t know the rules. But this one seems obvious. If you’re interested in someone else, why would you go fuck someone else? Was he good? Did he get you off? Did he tell you what a stud you are?”
“Taemin--”
“No. No. I ... I ... I don’t even want to look at you right now.” Taemin stalks past him and Jinki lets him go. He hears thumps in the other room, but the door does not open and when it quiets, Jinki can breathe again. He leans back on the bed and curses himself because he knew it was a stupid decision. Upsetting Taemin is not worth a random fuck. He’s going to have to work really hard to build up Taemin’s trust again. And to prove to the cat that he wants to be his master.
(=^ェ^=)
Taemin curls up on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf. The heavy tomes that were once on it lay scattered on the floor. He covers his head with the blanket Jinki brought home just yesterday and tries to smash himself deeper into the corner when Jinki comes out of the room.
He tracks Jinki into the kitchen by his footsteps. He listens to him order out for food. Crab and lobster pasta. Taemin is hungry. But he is also mad. Very, very mad.
Jinki sits on the couch and sighs.
“I want to be your master,” he says.
Taemin bites back a sob.
“I do. I want to, but ... it was stupid, but I was horny, and I know that isn’t an excuse ... but I wanted to be able to tell you that I want to be your master without you thinking that all I want is sex. I wanted ... I wanted to be able to say it without throwing you over the couch and fucking you senseless. It was stupid. And I’m sorry.”
Taemin moves enough of the blanket to say, “It wasn’t stupid. You’re stupid.”
Childish, sure, but truth.
Jinki sighs. “Yes. I am. I want you to forgive me, but I know you won’t for awhile. If at all. I really want to be your master, I really do. Even ... even before, all I could think about was you, all I want is you. It was barely satisfying. Barely necessary. With you ...”
“Shut up,” Taemin grumbles.
It’s quiet until the food arrives, and Taemin reluctantly crawls from the shelf. He thinks for a moment punishing Jinki more but also doesn’t want to. Jinki wants to be his master. And this time, the instinct to submit to him wins over Taemin’s desire to fight it. He crawls to the couch, kneels at his master’s feet and, with a demanding yowl, he opens his mouth and waits to be fed.
(=^ェ^=)
Jinki is in so much trouble. He knows it’s bad when Taemin barely speaks to him, barely touches him, barely looks at him. He sleeps on the bookshelf, or on the couch. The most they interact is when Jinki feeds him, and Taemin eats from his fingers.
And glares.
Jinki keeps telling himself that it is better than Taemin leaving.
He buys another bookshelf, taking the last corner up with it. This one is only three shelves, but Jinki has plenty of books to fill it. It is smaller than the other one. The books that had been on the bottom of the main shelf are moved to the bottom of this one, leaving Taemin with his shelf. Jinki buys him a pet pillow and another blanket.
Taemin is halfway through thanking him when he stops and demands, “What is that?” and points to the bag.
“Oh um ...” Jinki swallows, but does not try to hide the toy. “It ... it was free. With the purchase of the bed.”
“Give it to me.”
Jinki nods and hands over the bag. The plastic is shredded in Taemin’s haste and he drops the plastic ball onto the carpet. It jingles. There is a bell inside of it. He looks up at Jinki, down at the toy, and taps it with his finger. It moves and he smiles and pushes it further away. He crouches down and looks at it before moving it again, and then again further away. He bats it out of the living room, the bells echoing in the hall. With a grin, he chases after it.
Jinki sighs in relief. He was sure that Taemin would have been insulted knowing that Jinki bought a cat toy for him, on a whim.
“Jinki!” he says and yowls.
Jinki hurries to the bedroom. Taemin is sitting back on his feet, sulking.
“What?”
“It went under the dresser.”
Jinki smiles and easily moves the dresser. He picks it up, notices Taemin’s eyes plastered to the ball. With a flick of his wrist, he tosses it out of the room, and Taemin runs after it, silencing the bell for only a moment before he hears it skitter across the kitchen floor.
Taemin meows at it and then growls, and Jinki walks down the hall and is almost barreled over by Taemin chasing the ball into the living room.
Jinki laughs and vows to buy Taemin more toys.
(=^ェ^=)
Taemin decides that Jinki has waited long enough. Maybe not as long as Taemin may have made him wait if they were still in the palace so long ago, but long enough. It’s been almost twice as long as before Jinki acted like an idiot.
Three months really isn’t that long, but it’s long enough. And besides that one stupid moment (which Taemin is sure he’ll never let Jinki forget especially if it means he gets more toys to play with and flowers. He loves it when Master brings him flowers.), Jinki has been a perfect Master.
The best part is that Jinki doesn’t go anywhere without him. He goes to work and then comes home. He asks if Taemin wants to go shopping with him, or out to dinner, or one time they even went to a movie. It’s lots of fun to be out with Jinki and to hold his hand.
He sits next to his master on the couch and purrs, pushing up against his arm. Jinki smiles and moves his arm to pull Taemin close. Taemin reads the book in his hands for a little while, but Jinki is in the middle of it. He waits a few minutes and then moves the book.
Jinki ponders him from over the top of his glasses, and Taemin smiles and climbs into his lap, straddling his thighs. “Master,” he whispers and smirks when Jinki gasps.
“Master, I really ... I want ...” Taemin stops. “I ...”
Jinki runs hands up and down Taemin’s bare back, and Taemin curls into the touches, purring loudly.
“Wait, Master, just ... wait.”
Jinki stills his hands. They are shaking.
Taemin smiles. “I need ... I need ... I want you to be my master, but you have to be sure.”
“I am sure.”
“You have to ... you have to ...”
“What do I need to do?” Jinki asks and leans forward.
Taemin turns his head and Jinki kisses his cheek. “You can’t. Not ... not yet.”
Jinki growls. “Tell me what to do to be your master.”
Taemin bites his lower lip and pushes Jinki back, claws pressing into his shirt. “You’re supposed to call me ‘Pet’.”
Jinki’s eyes widen. “What?”
“A master and his pet. You’re supposed to call me ‘Pet,’ and I need a collar. I want a collar.”
Jinki shuts his eyes and takes off his glasses. “A collar?” he says, rubbing at his nose.
Taemin holds in his whimper of disappointment. “Yes,” he says softly. “It’s ... it’s the next step. If you ... you really do want ... I need a collar.”
“One with a bell?” Jinki asks and puts both hands on Taemin’s hips, squeezing lightly.
Taemin squirms and tries not to let his eagerness show.
But Jinki laughs. He traces a finger down Taemin’s cheek. “Okay, a collar. What color do you want?”
“I can pick?”
“Of course. I want you to have something you like.”
“White.”
“White?”
“Yes. I like white. It’s my favorite.”
“Okay. White.”
Taemin smiles widely and hugs Jinki tightly. “Thank you, Master.”
“I will do anything for you, Pet.”
And Taemin knows he means it.
(=^ェ^=)
It’s another long two weeks before the collar that Jinki ordered arrives. It’s expensive and beautiful, and Jinki hopes Taemin likes it. The leather is soft in his hands, braided and stamped with vines and flowers. The bell on it is white metal and so is the tag. It took Jinki a long time to decide what to have etched on its face. He flips is over and makes sure it is spelled correctly. “Master’s Pet.”
It is not very original, but every time Jinki calls his Pet “Taemin,” the adorable thing pouts at him until he corrects himself.
Taemin, his Pet, always calls him “Master” now.
Work lasts a long time, and Jinki stops in at a gift shop to have the box wrapped and to buy Taemin some white roses to go with it.
The girl behind the counter says that Jinki’s girlfriend is lucky to have him which only puts images of Pet in a skirt and stockings. He will have to ask if Pet likes that. He knows he will.
When he walks into the door, Taemin is standing, ears flat and he hisses. “You are late.”
Jinki smiles and says, “For good reason,” and holds out the package and the flowers.
Pet can never say no to a present and he snatches the box out of Jinki’s hands and has the paper in shreds before Jinki can even remove his shoes. He hears the box open and Taemin’s quick intake of breath.
“Master,” Taemin whispers and he’s on his knees rubbing against Jinki’s leg.
Jinki smiles down at him and scratches behind his ears. “Let me go set these flowers down and then I’ll put it on you, okay?”
Taemin pouts, but moves away and lets Jinki go into the kitchen to put the flowers on the counter. He thinks of putting them in water, but he does not want to make his Pet wait any longer. He sits on the couch and Pet crawls between his legs, chin up. He’s shaking.
Jinki runs his hand over Taemin’s neck. “Beautiful Pet. So very pretty.”
Pet preens and lifts his chin higher, a clear hint.
Jinki chuckles. He takes the white collar from the box and puts it around Taemin’s neck. His shivers are almost violent.
“I promise,” he says, and his throat closes and he has to wait a second before he can continue. “I promise that I will do everything I can to be a good master.”
Pet smiles and climbs into Jinki’s lap. He tangles his hands in Jinki’s hair and kisses him.
Jinki sits frozen for only a moment before his arms wrap around Pet’s waist and he takes over the kiss, controlling the gentle speed, the soft gasps and whimpers.
When he finally relents, Pet is stunned, smiling, happy. His purrs fill the room as he curls into Jinki’s chest.
“Thank you, Master,” Pet whispers.
Jinki hums. “You’re welcome, Pet.”
Part 3: Make Me Come
Part 1: Take Care of Me
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