Yes, My Master II - 09
Yes, My Master II - 09
2min || nc-17
a/n: quick updates are quick. lately i've been inspired by a lot of things (this time there's a scene also based off Junjou Romantica) and i'm on my holiday ^_^
A tall man with chest heaving and pants puffing out hurriedly plodded Transamerica Pyramid, not even bothered to glance over his shoulder. He just padded about the road around the skyscraper, hand stuffing out the key and he opened his car.
“ Fuck, his glasses are so thick, I can’t see too clearly - “ He sat there, grunting as he slipped the key in to the hole. He twisted the key a bit too carelessly and picked up his iPhone, smashing the screen to type some numbers. As he waited the call to be connected, he took off the thick glasses and threw the poor thing away until it slid across the dashboard and hit the edge.
“ Hello?”
The man coughed and loosened the collar to breathe properly because that Wan Han Lo guy apparently buttoned up his top neatly to the point that he looked kind of nerd man with that silly shiny hairstyle.
“ Your Highness,” he mumbled, “ I’ve managed to sneak in the meeting and basically I know the points of Choi’s plan.. Maybe you can start to come up with better plot to get them over.”
“ That’s a good thing to hear,” he laughed softly, “ Of course. When will you come back? You’ve spent your time too much spying there and then.”
The man drooped his shoulder, closing his strong-featured eyes.
You can’t say such things like that to me, Your Highness.
“ For you, my Lord,” he replied, kicking the briefcase off, “ I’ll get the first flight to Seoul.”
“ It’s been a while since we are together since back then in the Kingdom..”
A cool breeze brushed against his cold skin after being locked in a hall with an air conditioner in very low temperature. The men didn’t immediately respond, instead he contemplated for a short moment.
“ Zin?”
The man, with the code name ‘Zin’, fluttered his eyes open realizing he was daydreaming again. He apologized to his lord and said, “ My job is to be a loyal servant for you only, Your Highness.”
“ I know,” he chuckled, “ That’s why I am very fond of your loyalty.”
Because, if I don’t comply with your wishes,
You can lose your everything; your family, your life, your smile.
Which I can never want to happen.
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“ Oh shit,” Jonghyun cursed under his breath, “ I just spilled the coffee.”
The four just reached the hotel couple minutes ago and each of them (or for Minho and Taemin’s case, the couple) had gotten themselves in their room. Of course, Jonghyun was the first one taking the initiative to make two cups of coffee while Joon decided to change his clothes.
And because Jonghyun wasn’t that capable in doing sort of these stuffs, he spilled the coffee right when he intended to pour the liquid from the coffee maker.
“ What’s wrong, Milord?” Joon took few steps out of the bathroom and Jonghyun turned around, blinking severely at the sight of Joon’s chocolate abs. Perhaps, he heard Jonghyun saying something and worriedly decided to take a look, forgetting that he should have put on a shirt.
Jonghyun tilted in wonder, when would he get such a hot body? Even though he got muscles and meats wrapping his bones, he was nothing compared to the ex-assassin.
“ Nothing,” he shrugged, “ I just - fuck, it flushed my skin..”
“ Does it hurt?” Joon reluctantly took Jonghyun’s hand, which surely made the shorter male surprised. As he looked up, he realized how their faces were only two fingers apart. Jonghyun pulled away his hand and deflected his face. “ I am okay,” he mumbled,” Don’t worry too much.”
Joon laughed. “ If I don’t, then what am i?” he asked, “ I am your loyal guard dog.”
“ You are not my dog,” Jonghyun barked, not looking happy, “ Don’t look down on yourself. You only owe me for saving your life but you are, obviously, a human. Forget your past about being a dog for someone despicable and start treating yourself as my company.”
Of course, that left Joon dazzled upon the string of words, nonetheless, he still chuckled anyway.
“ My Milord,” Joon smiled, “ You are sure a nice guy.”
And for some reasons, Jonghyun’s heart skipped one beat.
What the fuck is this?
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On the other hand, the personal assistant was having a hard time to choose some good outfits because a while ago, Minho asked him out for a date.
“ Anything you wear is perfect,” the young president raised his perfect sculptured brow, “ Why bother so much?”
“ Because,” Taemin whined, “ I want to look perfect on our date! Is that so wrong that I can just ignorantly choose simple loose white t-shirt?”
Minho was immersed in thoughts for a moment before he framed up a smirk, which only could be meant of something else.
“ Well, I think you look in everything, but,” he pointed at the closet, “ Choose anything loose because you’ll look incredibly good.”
Taemin seemed fooled by the words and he took the oversized cinereous top along with long, tight white pants. He returned from bathroom in those outfits and grinned widely, not comprehending that actually Minho had sort of little problem down south there but he scolded himself for always having dirty imaginations like Taemin stripping off those seductive clothes or if he bent down, then the milky white chest - Get yourself together, Minho, the young master mentally slapped away those thoughts.
Minho got off the bed and took his wallet also the blackberry, pulling the personal assistant so they were hand in hand. Minho smiled at his lover; kissing right on the forehead and whispering, “ Let’s go.”
Taemin could not stop the grin spreading across his face and he sagged on his boyfriend’s arm, nodding happily. As they were out of the room, Jonghyun accidentally heard the door slammed open and he took a look. “ Where are you going?”
“ Somewhere, I don’t know,” Minho answered, “ Anywhere I can be with him entire day.”
Jonghyun sighed. “ Promise me you’ll be back before dinner. There will be a lot of executive CEOs or other important people eating with us.”
“ Sure, sure.”
Jonghyun was about to go back to his room as he looked at Taemin’s loose top. “ You..” he narrowed his eyes, not looking away, “ You have a good taste in choosing Taemin’s outfit rather than yourself, I see.”
Taemin was curious of why Jonghyun could know that it was chosen by Minho, but apparently the other male happened to laugh purposefully which left Taemin in questions. “ Out of that, you can go now,” and Jonghyun now really entered his room.
“ Come on,” Minho squeezed Taemin’s hand gently, “ We only have time until five, means eight hours more.”
“ Alright,” Taemin smiled, “ So, where will we start?”
Minho looked he was in the midst process of thinking, and after a while, he asked,
“ Do you like penguins?”
“ I do,” Taemin shrieked amusedly, “ I do like penguins! Look, Young Master, they are so cute! The one on the right side, it is staring at me!!”
Taemin excitedly pointed at random penguins and almost, if he lost his mind, perhaps he would jump over and play along with the cute animals from South Africa. They were at California Academy of Sciences, where they started their date. At first Minho thought it would be little lame taking his precious lover to there as for the date but apparently he was completely wrong. He forgot that sometimes Taemin still carried his childish side and when he saw Taemin squealed in joy, he knew he had made a right choice.
Minho held back his laughter upon the undeniable cuteness. “ Yeah, they are indeed really cute.”
Taemin nodded, and as his gaze averted to somewhere, he, once again, pointed out at something, “ Look! Albino Alligator! Whoa, they look so dangerous and bloodthirsty!”
The white being crawled slowly, yet threateningly at the solid rocks from one to another, and the pale eyes that caught Taemin’s attention, leaving an amazed impression at the crocodiles.
“ Where do you want to go after this?” Taemin suddenly asked, after some time they spent strolling around.
Minho grinned. “ Asian Art Museum?”
“ Oh my God Young Master, look at those beautiful paintings!” Taemin scooted over and eyes sparkled at the masterpieces, leaving the chuckling boyfriend behind. Minho ruffled Taemin’s hair and encircled the slim waist gently. “ Do you like it?”
“ Absoultely,” Taemin laughed, “ Young Master, I also like the sculptures. I don’t know that Asians leave such great impacts here in San Francisco.”
“ Now you know,” the older kissed Taemin’s cheek and frowned for a moment, “ When we’re on date, call me by my name. We are lovers, after all.”
The pale beauty blushed shyly. “ M - Minho..”
“ That’s it,” Minho laughed, “ It’s only matter of time until you’ll stop addressing me by ‘Young Master’.”
“ And why’s that?”
“ Because,” Minho took in Taemin’s wrist, drawing the boy closer and whispering, “ Sooner or later you’ll call me ‘honey’ or something because you’re first name won’t be ‘Lee’ anymore. Come on. Let’s go to Conservatory of Flowers. You’ll like it.”
And so, they spent their spare times by touring around in San Francisco. Like at Conservatory of Flowers, Taemin could take off his eyes because of the flowers’ beauty. The spectacular living museum of rare and beautiful tropical plants riveted Taemin until he was left speechless. Also at deYoung Museum for where he could find artistic, contemporary arts of fabric. And at last, Museum of Craft and Folk Art that wowed Taemin from the first time he stepped in. Offering the unique exhebitions of traditional and modern arts from around the world, including extraordinary jewels design, unusual books and periodicals, Lee Taemin was completely immersed in the works by established artists and emerging talents.
So finally a hour before the time that had been promised, the couple went back to the limousine (Minho chose the soundproof one, he just didn’t want, even the driver, to disturb their romantic time, being the self-proclaimed romanticist he was) and cuddled up. Minho’s mouth hovered above Taemin’s face and ears, kissing every part of them and worshipping the white skin. “ Say, did you enjoy our date?”
“ Absolutely,” Taemin replied, this time with also a childish peck on his lover’s lips, “ Thank you for today, Minho. I really love it.”
“ Do you love today better or..” Minho glanced at the loose top and smirked, I made the best choice indeed, “ me?”
Taemin puffed his cheeks. “ Now that’s what you call possessive.”
“ I am,” Minho laughed, “ and have I mentioned how gorgeous you are in this loose t-shirt?”
“ You made me wear this,” Taemin feebly pounded his fist on Minho’s chest, “ so it’s obvious.”
“ Do you know,” Minho leaned in, “ why did I choose this?’
Taemin frowned and shook his head.
The other male replied, “ Because I am a man who always considers the accessibility of clothes.”
“ And why’s that? For what?”
“ For what, you asked,” Somehow Taemin felt a seductive tone laced the deep voice and sent shivers down his spine.. and Minho, this time, smirked. “ This.”
Suddenly his hand went up under Taemin’s top and the personal assistant was three seconds left behind, yelping at the warm touch on his bud. Taemin bit his lip and closed his eyes tight. “ W - wait..”
“ I won’t do anything more than touching you,” Minho chuckled, “ I want to save this later. But before, let me..”
Minho ducked his head and let his cold fingers traveling all over Taemin’s pale chest, sometimes giving a soft pinch on the nipple and Taemin groaned in frustration. He panted, desperately wanted to get more friction. Minho laughed softly, clearly enjoying the desperation Taemin was having and he palmed the erection, making the younger male moan in pleasure that Minho had to seal the delicious sound with a kiss, forcing the parted lips to give an access and Taemin did. Minho’s tongue snuck in to explore the wetness inside dominantly, ignorantly sucking the lower lip and the sound of tongues slapping filling the space. Minho was the first person to part away, letting the poor boy gasping and indulging his lungs with more oxygen. Taemin panted and his chest heaved. Minho knew he needed a better control of himself because fuck, Taemin was the closest - no, the real definition of ‘tease’. His disheveled hairs and red cheeks after short making out session - one reason he didn’t ever want to let other males to see this side.
The older man got his boyfriend to sit on his lap, wrapping the fragile body protectively with a soothing stroke on the round cheek. “ Let’s go back,” Minho whispered, “ and we can settle this down after the dinner ends. I won’t let you off, not even a bit.”
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“ What the.. fuck.. with your hair?”
Jonghyun brought out the question as if it were the easiest matter to ask but when he saw Taemin’s flushed cheeks and swollen lips, he soon remembered about the purpose of Minho choosing the top. He put his hand on his hip, sarcastically commented, “ well I know Minho is one of the people I know who prioritize accessibility more than everything.”
Taemin wished he could escape to the North Pole or something because this was the nth time he needed to deal with this sort of embarrassment. “ So you know,” that was the only thing Minho said. The secret fighter rolled his eyes, as if it were the most obvious fact. “ Minho, your raunchy minds over Taemin can be publically read by everyone including, duh, me. I’ve known you since we were little,” he answered, “ and your protectiveness.. I think I can give you loudest standing ovation or something. You can get an award if there is one.”
Hearing that made Taemin grow more wish to just melt into a puddle because he was too fucking embarrassed.
“ Well, let’s just fix your hair because the dinner is almost started. Minho, you can go and greet those important people. I’ll take care of this and then go get Joon.”
Minho nodded, but before he sent a threatening glare to Jonghyun and the secret fighter clicked his tongue, already knowing the motive. “ I won’t even do something bad on him, so cut it off! I still want to sleep without having my junior chopped.”
Taemin really, really wanted to deafen his hearing from this blunt talk.
Minho finally looked satisfied and he really went off this time to mingle with the executive guests. Taemin was soon tugged by Jonghyun and dragged to the nearest restroom. They had no time to dress up and regardless it, Taemin still looked good anyway. He just had to fix his hair and put on some make up, also Jonghyun had prepared a long necklace for the assistant. Taemin thanked the secret fighter, which was responded by a friendly smile. “ I need to get Joon. I think he is sauntering around here. Anyway, you look gorgeous. But I pity you.”
Taemin tilted confusedly. “ Why?”
“ Because you won’t be able to escape from Minho tonight,” Jonghyun abruptly answered and grinned, making the younger boy blush. “ Don’t worry. I can always carry you on my back if your legs are limping.. in case Minho won’t kill me after.”
Taemin laughed nervously.
“ Now go,” Jonghyun pushed the boy gently, “ Do your job as his personal assistant and lover perfectly.”
The beautiful male nodded understandingly and began walking out.
And Jonghyun was completely right.
As Taemin made his way to the young president slowly, elegantly, swinging his hips back and forth, enchanting the guests’ mind to look at him only. He was the center of attentions that people had been giving to him. The brown eyeshadow and a sheer of eyeliner framed his beautiful slanted eyes, with some mascara smeared on his eyelashes. The glossy peach lipstick and soft pink blush on the perfect gorgeous face added the richness of ageless beauty Taemin already had.
“ Minho,” his soft voice called the dashing male whom turned, eyes looking two times bigger than they seemed. Taemin didn’t even fully juggle his appearance; nevertheless he was still awed by Taemin’s endless charm. Jonghyun knew well how to engrave the make up on Taemin beautifully without any failing.
“ You..” Minho voiced out, at least he tried, but somehow he could not speak. Something throttled him - he was dazzled, too dazzled till the point he wasn’t capable of speaking.
“ Young Master?” Taemin once again called his lover feebly, but he was responded with Minho tugging his hand and their bodies were pressed close. Taemin was nervous; he didn’t imagine Minho would do this kind of thing. But as Minho’s face came closer, he knew he had done something.
“ You can’t..” Minho breathed heavily, “ do this to me.”
“ But why?” Taemin asked in a low voice, afraid if someone might hear Minho’s hot breath because gosh, it was really sexy.
“ You are too beautiful,” Minho tucked in some of Taemin’s silky hair behind his ear, “ I can’t.. God. Why are you doing this to me?”
Taemin fluttered his long eyelashes and chuckled little. He forgot that he had such impact on Minho and it might have driven Minho’s inner-self insane.
He felt proud that it was only him who could make Minho like this. He tiptoed, enough to reach Minho’s cheeks and cup them.
“ Get me,” he whispered, “ If you can.”
Minho groaned.
“ I will. After this ends.”
Taemin smiled sweetly and pushed Minho off tenderly. “ I’m looking forward to it, Young Master.”
“You fucking tease -” until then someone tapped Minho’s shoulder and he spun around. It was a middle-aged man with a beautiful girl beside him approached Minho. Taemin frowned; business matter?
“ How are you, President Choi?” the middle-aged man asked, “ it’s a honor to meet you.”
Minho, who seemed understand about the man’s purpose, grabbed Taemin’s hand and smiled. “ Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Park.” And then Minho bent a little, murmuring. “ Go get yourself a drink. I’ll take care of this.”
Taemin, honestly didn’t get the reason Minho told him that but he complied anyway, moreover from the way Minho held his hand was like appeasing him. Taemin then broke the contact and stepped aside. He then walked towards table wine and took a drink. Glad it wasn’t liquor or something because Taemin could not handle it. But still, it didn’t stop Taemin’s curiosity and he decided to return but he found Minho wasn’t there with those two people. Taemin blinked, wondering where would Minho probably go. Then he nervously paced up and down, because he felt uneasy this time. After he spent ten minutes in an attempt for looking his lover, he realized they were separating themselves from the crowd. Taemin felt more curious and thought that it would not hurt if he walked closer.
“ So how’s my offer about the engagement with my beautiful daughter?”
Taemin was close to yelp and soon he found himself hiding behind a pillar. Why am I now eavesdropping? Taemin whined mentally.
“ I can’t, Mr. Park,” Minho calmly refused, “ I have no interest in being engaged with any particular person right now except my lover.”
The girl behind his father looked disappointed, but the man didn’t give up. “ Come on, we can establish stronger business and my daughter isn’t lack of anything. She’s pretty, smart, rich, and kind-hearted! What could possibly you dislike of her?”
“ It’s just I am not growing any fond of her.”
The man gritted his teeth, moreover his daughter’s eyes looked teary at Minho’s firm answer. The man clenched his fist angrily and asked, “ Why is it him? Why can’t you choose her? We can get better advantages through this engagement!”
Taemin’s body jerked. Could this be.. about me?
“ How can I say this..” he scoffed, “ He’s just an ordinary boy and it’s thrown everyone for a bit of loop.”
What?
“ A person’s values are dictated by the environment where she or he was raised. He’s just ordinary guy, though I am not saying there’s something wrong with it, but what’s so special with your lover?” he sarcastically laughed, “ and it that aspects, it seems that two of you have a little, little common. He isn’t from rich family either. Things may be easy for you, but the time will come when he becomes your burden because he’s just nothing.”
But I don’t want to be his burden.
“ Well,” Minho sighed, “ I heard you out. Is there anything else you want to say? Should I spell it out for you more clearly?”
“ All of those rich families know they don’t have time seeing you fooling around with him, even if you are serious, I don’t think you two are suited for each other.”
Taemin had lost the grip of himself.
I can’t stand it.
“ Excuse me,” Before Taemin could stop it, he already found himself coming out of his hiding, surprising the other three. Taemin glared at the man and also his daughter.
He said I am going to be Young Master’s burden,
which I am not planning to be one.
“ I don’t think you have a right to say such things to us. You were right, Sir. I am nothing compared to young master, but I’ll try to be better person and improve - no, in fact, I’m going to,” Taemin blurted, not even bothered to stop, “ Because he has chosen me, so I won’t disappoint him. I am not that good-looking nor even as smart as your daughter, perhaps, or any women in this world who are willing to be with him. But I have a pride, and I won’t give it up.”
Minho as well was dumbfounded and surprised at first, but seeing how determined Taemin’s eyes were, and the honesty within his words, Minho smiled softly at his lover.
“ When I was a child, I was.. trapped in a savage, cruel world of loneliness and coldness. But after he came, I was often told that I became kinder and as I grow up, I can understand people’s feelings and act humanely. That made me incredibly happy, because the love I have for him has taught me a lot of things..” Minho slowly got up, approaching the stilled lover and holding his hand warmly, “ It’s all, thanks to him.”
Taemin looked up and was stunned, unable to say anything.
“ That’s all my answer,” Minho ended the conversation quickly and tugged his lover’s hand, “ Let’s go.”
With that, they both left the angry man with his shocked daughter, and he yelled, “ You can not!”
“ Of course I can,” Minho responded without looking back, “ Because I’ve grown too fond of him."
“ Wait, wait, Young Master!”
But the young president didn’t answer, instead he kept dragging the poor boy to their room, unlocking the door and he threw his lover onto the bed, making him bounce a little. Taemin winced, “ What are you - “
And to his surprise, Minho locked their lips in a kiss.
“ Don’t let stupid words get to you,” Minho murmured, “ I don’t care of what he said. I am not letting you go.”
Because you are thousand times more gorgeous than any girl.
Because you are smarter than anyone else could be.
Because your kindness that has melted a lot of people’s hearts.
Taemin could feel his cheeks getting hotter, and when he realized to where Minho’s hands were now going on his body, Taemin shuddered and squirmed under his touch. “ Hey - Young Master, wait..”
“ Call me Minho, Taemin-ah.”
Taemin panted, squeezing Minho’s shoulder tighter. “ No, don’t touch there - “
“ You mean, ‘please touch me more’.”
They both stayed in silence as they stared at each other’s eyes, admiring how beautiful the one they loved was. Letting this moment to pass the time quietly, Minho slowly ducked his hand, and they both closed their eyes, lips pressing against each other; wasn’t a possessive or aggressive kiss they often shared but this time, it was calm, slow-paced, and full of love.
Like how I take us being together as given, and how we touched our bodies like this more and more, yet we never get enough..
I feel really okay, because Minho has promised me.
Reluctantly, Minho shoved Taemin in a very gentle move so the younger boy’s head hit the pillow as he crawled up, kissing the his lover one more time with fingers traveling to work their clothes off.
I could almost fall under this illusion, but I realize this is real.
He loves me, and so does the vice versa.
Taemin let out a long cry and moan as Minho’s lips were latched on his chest, while he thrust into the boy deeper, but gentler, and the warmth inside Taemin sheathed him fully, driving them both over the edge - almost.
“ Taemin.. Fall in love with me more,” Minho whispered, “ Just like me. Love me ten times, or as fiercely as you do know, until you can’t bear to be away from me.. Because at the same time, I will never let you go.”
With then Minho pulled Taemin up and gave a deep, hard thrust until the boy in his arms moaned, biting Minho’s shoulder softly as the aching shaft inside him throbbed madly - but he felt whole of Minho’s love towards him. He could feel everything.
“ Whatever anyone says or what they try to do, I will protect you.”
Minho rocked his hips upwards, hitting the bundles of sensitive nerves and Taemin arched his back beautifully, wrapping his arms around the older man even tighter.
“ That’s why..” Minho breathed, “ Love me even more, Taemin-ah.”
As Minho finally gave a final thrust into Taemin, Taemin felt it had gone deeper and they both had reached their peak. Taemin moaned, while Minho bit his lip harshly as if it were going to bleed - and Taemin was the first to cum in Minho’s hand. Feeling the walls tightened around him that he could not take it, Minho embraced his lover even more and spilled his seed inside Taemin, cumming deeply and filling Taemin up - to remark whose Taemin was, to remind Taemin that he belonged to him.
Taemin’s chest heaved up and down - panting, catching more and more breath. He fluttered his eyes close, feeling the warmth slowly taking him over.
Young master is a very kind person,
So kind, and it almost made me cry.
He took a feeble grip of Minho’s cloth, tears welling up on his eyes.
That’s why I don’t want those stupid feelings to affect me.
Between their pants, Minho tilted Taemin’s chin upwards and pressed their lips together, softly, gently, carefully, that a fat tear rolled off Taemin’s eye.
Because with that he could feel Minho’s love and he felt so grateful, thanking to heavens for giving him a chance to love back this man in his life.
The conflict has been hinted here! hope you can find the hint here LOLOLOL /slinks off to bed/