Corruption of Taemin Chapter 2 NC17
Title: Corruption of Taemin Chapter 2
Pairing: Onew/Taemin,
Length: 2399 - kinda short for me, sorry about that.
Genre: smutty smutness
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jinki can't keep his hands to himself and Taemin doesn't want him to try.
Warnings: TAEMIN is *14* in this...yes I don't know either. Be advised, underage ness Swearing, Underage Hand Jobs, Stupid amounts of teenagery love.
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Notes: This one, I can't blame on nobody but my own pervy brain. Ooh La La. This was spring boarded however by that moment when Jinki petted Taemin's hair and Taemin turned around and the two of them stood there staring at each other and grinning. If anyone has a link to the gif or video of that moment, I'd be ever so grateful to have it.
ETA: Couple ADORBS OnTae vids that have me grinning like a lunatic. 1 and 2
They are all so busy, that sometimes Jinki thinks that the entanglements he has with Taemin are just figments of his imagination. Some nights they all dance til they drop in a helpless pile of aching limbs and throbbing skulls on the big bed in their dorm room. And yet, somehow, Taemin always ends up cuddled in against Jinki's body and even Kibum has gotten the message that the relationship between oldest and youngest is untouchable and not to be discussed.
Jinki makes no effort at all to be reasonable about Taemin - the minute the cameras and audiences are gone, he's pushing other hands away from the younger boy's dainty form with harsh looks and rough touches. At some point almost every day, Jinki finds himself shivering with ravishing lust, remembering the exact sound of Taemin's whimpers in his ears, the way the youngest's slender fingers clutched at him, the sexy helpless way Taemin told him he could do anything he wanted. Exhaustion and lack of opportunity have kept him from exploring that promise further; the two of them have been confined to snuggles and brief torrid kisses for what seems like weeks.
Jinki supposes he should be grateful they finally made it past debut; and not only that - SHINee is rising in popularity at a rate that makes managers and producers smile and pat him on the back. But his mind isn't really on his work the way it should be, because Taemin is always there and Taemin burns out his ability to think straight with every almost shy smile and sweet cling of arms around him.
He's been talking earnestly for twenty minutes with some managers and other artists when Jinki glances around for Taemin. It feels weird to him now for him not to have the younger boy at his elbow almost every time he turns around. Most people would probably enjoy the space but Jinki feels worried and uncomfortable, casting around the room until his eyes settle on Taemin's slender frame. He notices the way Taemin is bouncing a little with interest or excitement with whatever the little group he's with is talking about.
Jinki feels such a sharp stab of possessive emotion that it almost hurts. He excuses himself from where he was standing with smiles and polite bows and then makes a bee line for Taemin. Can't people see the younger boy belongs to him? Can't they see how they are with each other he wonders, barely keeping himself from jerking Taemin away from the group which he now sees also contains Key and Minho. His quick glance to the others is a little cold but he fastens his gaze on Taemin's dark shiny hair.
Without even thinking about it, Jinki reaches out and strokes the soft satin strands with his palm. Does Taemin even now how sweetly, irresistibly touchable he is?
....
Taemin is delighted with the attention he gets from Jinki. Somewhere way back in the back of his mind, there's a feeble voice telling him that the way he feels about the older boy, the way he wants to cling to his muscular body and wrap himself around him is crazy or wrong or just plain twisted. But none of that can really impact him now. He sleeps cuddled into Jinki's possessive grip most nights, though usually all they do is cling together in heavy sleep like two puppies.
He is as entangled with Jinki as it is possible to be, adoring him, craving him like some kind of addict. Taemin can't keep himself from clinging to Jinki, if not with physical touches then simply with his glance. He's never felt like this before and no girl in the world could possibly compare to his ...his oppa. Every time he thinks about the way Jinki made him say the word, touching him and kissing him, invading him in that wicked, ecstatic way - it makes him shiver and sweat with longing.
There's something absolutely lovely about the way Jinki seems to guard him from everyone but himself. Taemin knows it hasn't been that long today since he and Jinki kissed but it seems like forever and he's already in a state of nervous loneliness even though he does his best to focus on the conversation with his hyungs while Jinki does leader type stuff across the room. He shifts a little from foot to foot to try to ease the ache and bites his lip, forcing himself to focus on what Kibum is saying.
And then, the warm petting touch slides down the back of his head and Taemin spins around to smile brightly at Jinki. Jinki smiles at him in return and Taemin is positive that only the fact they are in public keeps the older boy from hugging him close again. Taemin steps closer to the older boy, smiling softly as the conversation continues around him. He could care less what the conversation is about; and is very content to just listen and gaze at Jinki's profile.
....
Jinki can't help smiling at Taemin, the dark adoring look in the other boy's eyes is just too much to resist. He knows the two of them probably look ridiculous just staring at each other smiling, but he can't bring himself to care. This is Taemin and his feelings about him are so completely twisted and strange and wrong and yet as much a part of him as his voice or his smile. He's just stubborn enough also to refuse to give Taemin up.
Glancing around them, Jinki takes note that no one is especially looking at them at this moment so his fingers slide down to thread in against Taemin's and he tugs the slender frame of his heart, soul and passion in human form away with him.
"Hyung..." Taemin whispers, trailing after Jinki. He can't help but notice the strong set of Jinki's shoulder and the hint of his slim waist under the suit jacket he's wearing. Dark hair brushes Jinki's collar and there's a faint scent of some good cologne coming from the older boy. He's so sexy Taemin thinks almost dazedly.
"Where are we going, hyung?" he asks hesitantly when Jinki keeps walking with only an unreadable glance behind him at Taemin.
"Somewhere quiet," Jinki answers. They don't have a lot of time but if he doesn't get his hands on Taemin's smooth warm skin for even a few minutes he thinks he may lose what's left of his mind.
He pulls Taemin into an empty room that looks dusty and smells stale as if no one's been in there a long time. Jinki checks the door that it won't lock them in when it closes, then pushes it closed, shoving a chair under the knob.
"I have to touch you," he tells Taemin when he turns back to the other boy, shaking his hair out of his eyes. "I just...I have to."
"Hyung..." Taemin begins but he doesn't get a chance to say anything more because Jinki pushes him into the wall and cups his face in his big warm hands and kisses him, tongue thrusting in to tangle and stroke with Taemin's.
Taemin melts instantly, arching his back and sliding his own hands under that jacket to press on either side of Jinki's waist with only the thin tee shirt the older boy is wearing to keep him from touching skin. His blunt nails scrape at the material in frustration but he can't quite seem to find the coordination it would take to get his hands under the shirt and against Jinki's smooth skin.
Jinki finds himself slipping a leg in between Taemin's long limbs, forcing the other boy to open for him. He leans in, unashamedly grinding their hips together with a low sound of frustration. "Do you want me half as much as I want you?" he demands in a rush, dragging his mouth from Taemin's with a damp slide of his lips.
He's unwilling to break contact with the taste of Taemin's skin even for a second. He licks and sucks at the side of Taemin's jaw, barely remembering not to leave obvious marks when every instinct he has is telling him to mark Taemin all over as his for everyone to see. It almost hurts to control and resist those instincts.
"Yes..hyung, yes...you feel so good," Taemin doesn't even try to control what he feels. He arches even more against Jinki's seductive weight, soft sounds caught between moans and whimpers erupt from his throat and his fingers slide around Jinki's waist to clutch the older boy to him. He's burning up inside, gone helpless and hard in what seems like seconds.
Fuck that's so hot. All of it, Taemin's sexy little noises in his ears, against his lips. Those small hands clutching at him, the lithe hips grinding in against his own. Jinki wants to rip Taemin's clothes off, feel their two hard cocks pressing and rocking against each other without the barrier of two pairs of jeans.
"Don't fucking move," he orders, pushing Taemin's hands back against the wall and dropping to his knees. Jinki takes only seconds to loosen Taemin's pants and shove them down to the other boy's thighs along with his underwear. He leans in and licks the side of Taemin's hip, then breathes on the hard twitching length of Taemin's cock.
"Oh God, Jinki...hyung.." Taemin is suddenly grateful for the supporting wall. He flushes all over, at being revealed like this with a hint of something like shame but it's so sexual and he can only stare at Jinki's dark hair and pray for survival from this heat.
Jinki glances up at Taemin's face as his fingers wrap around Taemin's shaft and he almost smirks at the look on Taemin's face. "You're so sexy-sweet like this," he breathes, giving Taemin's cock a slow, slow stroke.
Taemin whines, hips rolling up off the wall to push himself through the tight circle of Jinki's fist. Touching himself is nothing like Jinki touching him and though he still feels that little needling sense of shame; it does nothing but somehow tantalize him further.
"That's right, show me how you fucking need it," Jinki purrs, staring up into Taemin's wide dark eyes, taking in the flushed cheeks, the slightly embarrassed expression with a rush of pleasured power.
"Jinki...oh God..." Taemin' closes his eyes because Jinki's look is too intense, too demanding and he's dying right there in front of the older boy. "Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaase," he drawls, most of his attention on the way Jinki's hand twists against the head of his cock, making him want to die of frustrated pleasure.
"You're so cute like this," Jinki breathes, absolutely shameless. "My pretty Taemin is a slut for me," he adds. He's stroking Taemin faster, ruthlessly jerking him off while he whispers and presses kisses to Taemin's flat belly and hip bones. The fascination with watching Taemin come undone for him overwhelms his own ravenous lust.
"Wanna come, aegi?" Jinki asks, when Taemin starts trying to hurry his hand even further. The younger boy is almost sobbing, Jinki can taste sweat on his tongue when he licks a stripe up to Taemin's belly button.
"Ask me...," He hisses, leaning back to gaze up at Taemin's seductive frame. He's so small and dainty and sexy and it's driving Jinki crazy just watching.
Taemin wants to cry the heat is so painful. Jinki's hand is doing such maddeningly sexy things to him and that deep demanding voice in his ear saying such softly dirty phrases goes right to his cock and all he can think or feel is Jinki.
"Please...oppa....make me...come," he pants, mewling the words between useless jerks of his hips. Jinki has him right where he wants him and Taemin is powerless to do anything but wait and crave.
"Fuck yes, say it again. It sounds so fucking good the way you beg," Jinki shudders as he insists. He can see Taemin is on the edge and the knowledge that he is the one that controls this moment, controls Taemin's pleasure and Taemin himself is almost enough to force him into coming in his pants. He twists his wrist, moving his hand slower rather than faster just because it makes Taemin's pretty face twist with need for him, Jinki.
Taemin knows he would do anything, say anything that Jinki wanted him to, asked him to. He squirms in Jinki's hold, fighting to shove his aching cock through the torturous tight squeeze of the older boy's fist. He just needs a little more...just a little...and Jinki slows down, making him whimper all over again.
"Pleaaaase...need to come so badly oppa, please....Jinki... please," he's panting the words, whining them in abject desperation. Taemin lets the words roll off his tongue, feeling tears of desire prick his eyes as he strains for the elusive touch that will push him over the edge.
"Nobody makes you come like I do, do they Taeminnie?" Jinki demands, speeding his fist and breathing in Taemin's face, drinking in the wrecked little sounds the younger boy makes. He can't get enough of that helpless and yet so powerful response. He glances around them and spots a roll of paper towels in the corner, snags it with his free hand and yanks off a big wad of the rough paper to spare both their clothes.
"No no no, nobody, God, please please I can't.." Taemin is thrashing against the wall, unaware any longer of anything but Jinki's hard body close against him and the inexorable almost rough pumping of Jinki's hand working him so deliciously. And then, finally, Jinki takes pity on him or that's the way it seems to Taemin.
Suddenly, Jinki's eyes are locked with Taemin's and his knees feel shaky and weak with the hot look that sweeps over the younger boys face as his slender little body convulses in a hard, deep orgasm. It's the most gloriously erotic thing that Jinki has ever seen in his life and he moans low in his throat at the answering pulse of his now heavily engorged dick.
Taemin's eyes roll up in his head and his whole body spasms as Jinki's hand works like magic, making him go up in lusciously pleasurable flames. He literally can't breathe beyond the low choked little cry, can't do anything but shudder again and again with the voluptuous twisting convulsions of orgasm.
Jinki swoops in quickly, eagerly to snatch that luscious cry right off Taemin's plush and parted lips. He kisses Taemin too hard, tongue plunging in while the smaller boy's whole body seizes with the force of his pleasure. A rush of dizzy power, pride, love, takes over Jinki's mind so that even the desperate heat of desire can't outmatch it. He softens his kisses into light, sweet pecks as Taemin comes to rest against the wall.
Taemin purrs, drawing out the sound in a deep sigh. He tries to return the sweet brushes of Jinki's lips, lifting a hand to stroke through the older boy's hair and then leaves it at the back of Jinki's neck. He has to hold on to something, his whole world seems to be spinning until only Jinki is solid or real.
"Fuck," Jinki says slowly, dropping his head into the curve of Taemin's slender neck where it meets his shoulder and sighs. "I shouldn't have done that..." he whispers but even though he knows he should feel guilty about the way he's steadily corrupting Taemin's innocence - he can't find it in himself.
Taemin lifts his other hand, curling both around Jinki's neck and holding on for dear life. "Don't say that, please don't say that," he begs with a pathetic little whine in the words. "I love you touching me, kissing me...need you to do that..."
Jinki kisses Taemin's shoulder where the folds of his shirt have pulled aside to bare smooth pale skin. "I'm not stopping, I can't," he agrees and then forces himself to take a step back.
"It's just, I want more...I'm so hard for you right now..." He is almost too calm, Jinki thinks but it's like the eye of a hurricane. The storm is still there, this is just the lull. He looks ruefully down at himself where the obvious bulge of his hard - on strains his zipper to the breaking point.
He pulls his attention away and takes the few steps away to roll the paper he used into a tight ball and toss it in the garbage can.
Taemin watches Jinki with adoring eyes. He still feels dizzy and bonelessly relaxed from his orgasm and the way the older boy moves and talks and simply breathes is so beautiful to him. He purrs when Jinki moves back to his side, gently helping him ease his underwear and jeans back into place and then almost chastely kissing his forehead.
"Hyung," Taemin says, making a face of disappointment. "Kiss me right."
Jinki sighs and takes off his jacket, tying it around his waist by the arms as camouflage for his current state of arousal. "You know you're going to get it when I finally get into you," he says roughly, but there's no force behind it. He succumbs to the look in Taemin's eyes, to the soft curve of his lips and kisses him softly right on the mouth.
"Yes, hyung," Taemin agrees when the two of them part and move towards the door. "Whatever you say."
Pairing: Onew/Taemin,
Length: 2399 - kinda short for me, sorry about that.
Genre: smutty smutness
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jinki can't keep his hands to himself and Taemin doesn't want him to try.
Warnings: TAEMIN is *14* in this...yes I don't know either. Be advised, underage ness Swearing, Underage Hand Jobs, Stupid amounts of teenagery love.
Disclaimer: See my Disclaimer of Doom if you wish
Notes: This one, I can't blame on nobody but my own pervy brain. Ooh La La. This was spring boarded however by that moment when Jinki petted Taemin's hair and Taemin turned around and the two of them stood there staring at each other and grinning. If anyone has a link to the gif or video of that moment, I'd be ever so grateful to have it.
ETA: Couple ADORBS OnTae vids that have me grinning like a lunatic. 1 and 2
They are all so busy, that sometimes Jinki thinks that the entanglements he has with Taemin are just figments of his imagination. Some nights they all dance til they drop in a helpless pile of aching limbs and throbbing skulls on the big bed in their dorm room. And yet, somehow, Taemin always ends up cuddled in against Jinki's body and even Kibum has gotten the message that the relationship between oldest and youngest is untouchable and not to be discussed.
Jinki makes no effort at all to be reasonable about Taemin - the minute the cameras and audiences are gone, he's pushing other hands away from the younger boy's dainty form with harsh looks and rough touches. At some point almost every day, Jinki finds himself shivering with ravishing lust, remembering the exact sound of Taemin's whimpers in his ears, the way the youngest's slender fingers clutched at him, the sexy helpless way Taemin told him he could do anything he wanted. Exhaustion and lack of opportunity have kept him from exploring that promise further; the two of them have been confined to snuggles and brief torrid kisses for what seems like weeks.
Jinki supposes he should be grateful they finally made it past debut; and not only that - SHINee is rising in popularity at a rate that makes managers and producers smile and pat him on the back. But his mind isn't really on his work the way it should be, because Taemin is always there and Taemin burns out his ability to think straight with every almost shy smile and sweet cling of arms around him.
He's been talking earnestly for twenty minutes with some managers and other artists when Jinki glances around for Taemin. It feels weird to him now for him not to have the younger boy at his elbow almost every time he turns around. Most people would probably enjoy the space but Jinki feels worried and uncomfortable, casting around the room until his eyes settle on Taemin's slender frame. He notices the way Taemin is bouncing a little with interest or excitement with whatever the little group he's with is talking about.
Jinki feels such a sharp stab of possessive emotion that it almost hurts. He excuses himself from where he was standing with smiles and polite bows and then makes a bee line for Taemin. Can't people see the younger boy belongs to him? Can't they see how they are with each other he wonders, barely keeping himself from jerking Taemin away from the group which he now sees also contains Key and Minho. His quick glance to the others is a little cold but he fastens his gaze on Taemin's dark shiny hair.
Without even thinking about it, Jinki reaches out and strokes the soft satin strands with his palm. Does Taemin even now how sweetly, irresistibly touchable he is?
....
Taemin is delighted with the attention he gets from Jinki. Somewhere way back in the back of his mind, there's a feeble voice telling him that the way he feels about the older boy, the way he wants to cling to his muscular body and wrap himself around him is crazy or wrong or just plain twisted. But none of that can really impact him now. He sleeps cuddled into Jinki's possessive grip most nights, though usually all they do is cling together in heavy sleep like two puppies.
He is as entangled with Jinki as it is possible to be, adoring him, craving him like some kind of addict. Taemin can't keep himself from clinging to Jinki, if not with physical touches then simply with his glance. He's never felt like this before and no girl in the world could possibly compare to his ...his oppa. Every time he thinks about the way Jinki made him say the word, touching him and kissing him, invading him in that wicked, ecstatic way - it makes him shiver and sweat with longing.
There's something absolutely lovely about the way Jinki seems to guard him from everyone but himself. Taemin knows it hasn't been that long today since he and Jinki kissed but it seems like forever and he's already in a state of nervous loneliness even though he does his best to focus on the conversation with his hyungs while Jinki does leader type stuff across the room. He shifts a little from foot to foot to try to ease the ache and bites his lip, forcing himself to focus on what Kibum is saying.
And then, the warm petting touch slides down the back of his head and Taemin spins around to smile brightly at Jinki. Jinki smiles at him in return and Taemin is positive that only the fact they are in public keeps the older boy from hugging him close again. Taemin steps closer to the older boy, smiling softly as the conversation continues around him. He could care less what the conversation is about; and is very content to just listen and gaze at Jinki's profile.
....
Jinki can't help smiling at Taemin, the dark adoring look in the other boy's eyes is just too much to resist. He knows the two of them probably look ridiculous just staring at each other smiling, but he can't bring himself to care. This is Taemin and his feelings about him are so completely twisted and strange and wrong and yet as much a part of him as his voice or his smile. He's just stubborn enough also to refuse to give Taemin up.
Glancing around them, Jinki takes note that no one is especially looking at them at this moment so his fingers slide down to thread in against Taemin's and he tugs the slender frame of his heart, soul and passion in human form away with him.
"Hyung..." Taemin whispers, trailing after Jinki. He can't help but notice the strong set of Jinki's shoulder and the hint of his slim waist under the suit jacket he's wearing. Dark hair brushes Jinki's collar and there's a faint scent of some good cologne coming from the older boy. He's so sexy Taemin thinks almost dazedly.
"Where are we going, hyung?" he asks hesitantly when Jinki keeps walking with only an unreadable glance behind him at Taemin.
"Somewhere quiet," Jinki answers. They don't have a lot of time but if he doesn't get his hands on Taemin's smooth warm skin for even a few minutes he thinks he may lose what's left of his mind.
He pulls Taemin into an empty room that looks dusty and smells stale as if no one's been in there a long time. Jinki checks the door that it won't lock them in when it closes, then pushes it closed, shoving a chair under the knob.
"I have to touch you," he tells Taemin when he turns back to the other boy, shaking his hair out of his eyes. "I just...I have to."
"Hyung..." Taemin begins but he doesn't get a chance to say anything more because Jinki pushes him into the wall and cups his face in his big warm hands and kisses him, tongue thrusting in to tangle and stroke with Taemin's.
Taemin melts instantly, arching his back and sliding his own hands under that jacket to press on either side of Jinki's waist with only the thin tee shirt the older boy is wearing to keep him from touching skin. His blunt nails scrape at the material in frustration but he can't quite seem to find the coordination it would take to get his hands under the shirt and against Jinki's smooth skin.
Jinki finds himself slipping a leg in between Taemin's long limbs, forcing the other boy to open for him. He leans in, unashamedly grinding their hips together with a low sound of frustration. "Do you want me half as much as I want you?" he demands in a rush, dragging his mouth from Taemin's with a damp slide of his lips.
He's unwilling to break contact with the taste of Taemin's skin even for a second. He licks and sucks at the side of Taemin's jaw, barely remembering not to leave obvious marks when every instinct he has is telling him to mark Taemin all over as his for everyone to see. It almost hurts to control and resist those instincts.
"Yes..hyung, yes...you feel so good," Taemin doesn't even try to control what he feels. He arches even more against Jinki's seductive weight, soft sounds caught between moans and whimpers erupt from his throat and his fingers slide around Jinki's waist to clutch the older boy to him. He's burning up inside, gone helpless and hard in what seems like seconds.
Fuck that's so hot. All of it, Taemin's sexy little noises in his ears, against his lips. Those small hands clutching at him, the lithe hips grinding in against his own. Jinki wants to rip Taemin's clothes off, feel their two hard cocks pressing and rocking against each other without the barrier of two pairs of jeans.
"Don't fucking move," he orders, pushing Taemin's hands back against the wall and dropping to his knees. Jinki takes only seconds to loosen Taemin's pants and shove them down to the other boy's thighs along with his underwear. He leans in and licks the side of Taemin's hip, then breathes on the hard twitching length of Taemin's cock.
"Oh God, Jinki...hyung.." Taemin is suddenly grateful for the supporting wall. He flushes all over, at being revealed like this with a hint of something like shame but it's so sexual and he can only stare at Jinki's dark hair and pray for survival from this heat.
Jinki glances up at Taemin's face as his fingers wrap around Taemin's shaft and he almost smirks at the look on Taemin's face. "You're so sexy-sweet like this," he breathes, giving Taemin's cock a slow, slow stroke.
Taemin whines, hips rolling up off the wall to push himself through the tight circle of Jinki's fist. Touching himself is nothing like Jinki touching him and though he still feels that little needling sense of shame; it does nothing but somehow tantalize him further.
"That's right, show me how you fucking need it," Jinki purrs, staring up into Taemin's wide dark eyes, taking in the flushed cheeks, the slightly embarrassed expression with a rush of pleasured power.
"Jinki...oh God..." Taemin' closes his eyes because Jinki's look is too intense, too demanding and he's dying right there in front of the older boy. "Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaase," he drawls, most of his attention on the way Jinki's hand twists against the head of his cock, making him want to die of frustrated pleasure.
"You're so cute like this," Jinki breathes, absolutely shameless. "My pretty Taemin is a slut for me," he adds. He's stroking Taemin faster, ruthlessly jerking him off while he whispers and presses kisses to Taemin's flat belly and hip bones. The fascination with watching Taemin come undone for him overwhelms his own ravenous lust.
"Wanna come, aegi?" Jinki asks, when Taemin starts trying to hurry his hand even further. The younger boy is almost sobbing, Jinki can taste sweat on his tongue when he licks a stripe up to Taemin's belly button.
"Ask me...," He hisses, leaning back to gaze up at Taemin's seductive frame. He's so small and dainty and sexy and it's driving Jinki crazy just watching.
Taemin wants to cry the heat is so painful. Jinki's hand is doing such maddeningly sexy things to him and that deep demanding voice in his ear saying such softly dirty phrases goes right to his cock and all he can think or feel is Jinki.
"Please...oppa....make me...come," he pants, mewling the words between useless jerks of his hips. Jinki has him right where he wants him and Taemin is powerless to do anything but wait and crave.
"Fuck yes, say it again. It sounds so fucking good the way you beg," Jinki shudders as he insists. He can see Taemin is on the edge and the knowledge that he is the one that controls this moment, controls Taemin's pleasure and Taemin himself is almost enough to force him into coming in his pants. He twists his wrist, moving his hand slower rather than faster just because it makes Taemin's pretty face twist with need for him, Jinki.
Taemin knows he would do anything, say anything that Jinki wanted him to, asked him to. He squirms in Jinki's hold, fighting to shove his aching cock through the torturous tight squeeze of the older boy's fist. He just needs a little more...just a little...and Jinki slows down, making him whimper all over again.
"Pleaaaase...need to come so badly oppa, please....Jinki... please," he's panting the words, whining them in abject desperation. Taemin lets the words roll off his tongue, feeling tears of desire prick his eyes as he strains for the elusive touch that will push him over the edge.
"Nobody makes you come like I do, do they Taeminnie?" Jinki demands, speeding his fist and breathing in Taemin's face, drinking in the wrecked little sounds the younger boy makes. He can't get enough of that helpless and yet so powerful response. He glances around them and spots a roll of paper towels in the corner, snags it with his free hand and yanks off a big wad of the rough paper to spare both their clothes.
"No no no, nobody, God, please please I can't.." Taemin is thrashing against the wall, unaware any longer of anything but Jinki's hard body close against him and the inexorable almost rough pumping of Jinki's hand working him so deliciously. And then, finally, Jinki takes pity on him or that's the way it seems to Taemin.
Suddenly, Jinki's eyes are locked with Taemin's and his knees feel shaky and weak with the hot look that sweeps over the younger boys face as his slender little body convulses in a hard, deep orgasm. It's the most gloriously erotic thing that Jinki has ever seen in his life and he moans low in his throat at the answering pulse of his now heavily engorged dick.
Taemin's eyes roll up in his head and his whole body spasms as Jinki's hand works like magic, making him go up in lusciously pleasurable flames. He literally can't breathe beyond the low choked little cry, can't do anything but shudder again and again with the voluptuous twisting convulsions of orgasm.
Jinki swoops in quickly, eagerly to snatch that luscious cry right off Taemin's plush and parted lips. He kisses Taemin too hard, tongue plunging in while the smaller boy's whole body seizes with the force of his pleasure. A rush of dizzy power, pride, love, takes over Jinki's mind so that even the desperate heat of desire can't outmatch it. He softens his kisses into light, sweet pecks as Taemin comes to rest against the wall.
Taemin purrs, drawing out the sound in a deep sigh. He tries to return the sweet brushes of Jinki's lips, lifting a hand to stroke through the older boy's hair and then leaves it at the back of Jinki's neck. He has to hold on to something, his whole world seems to be spinning until only Jinki is solid or real.
"Fuck," Jinki says slowly, dropping his head into the curve of Taemin's slender neck where it meets his shoulder and sighs. "I shouldn't have done that..." he whispers but even though he knows he should feel guilty about the way he's steadily corrupting Taemin's innocence - he can't find it in himself.
Taemin lifts his other hand, curling both around Jinki's neck and holding on for dear life. "Don't say that, please don't say that," he begs with a pathetic little whine in the words. "I love you touching me, kissing me...need you to do that..."
Jinki kisses Taemin's shoulder where the folds of his shirt have pulled aside to bare smooth pale skin. "I'm not stopping, I can't," he agrees and then forces himself to take a step back.
"It's just, I want more...I'm so hard for you right now..." He is almost too calm, Jinki thinks but it's like the eye of a hurricane. The storm is still there, this is just the lull. He looks ruefully down at himself where the obvious bulge of his hard - on strains his zipper to the breaking point.
He pulls his attention away and takes the few steps away to roll the paper he used into a tight ball and toss it in the garbage can.
Taemin watches Jinki with adoring eyes. He still feels dizzy and bonelessly relaxed from his orgasm and the way the older boy moves and talks and simply breathes is so beautiful to him. He purrs when Jinki moves back to his side, gently helping him ease his underwear and jeans back into place and then almost chastely kissing his forehead.
"Hyung," Taemin says, making a face of disappointment. "Kiss me right."
Jinki sighs and takes off his jacket, tying it around his waist by the arms as camouflage for his current state of arousal. "You know you're going to get it when I finally get into you," he says roughly, but there's no force behind it. He succumbs to the look in Taemin's eyes, to the soft curve of his lips and kisses him softly right on the mouth.
"Yes, hyung," Taemin agrees when the two of them part and move towards the door. "Whatever you say."