I Call The Shots - As Close to pwp as i get
Title: I Call The Shots
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 4215
Genre: Romantic Smut/M/s
Rating: NC17
Summary: Taemin is angry but really he's horny/ Jinki has a sudden fit of DominatingKinkiJinki (Established Couple)
A/N Because I didn't want to sound like an even bigger pervette than I actually am, I have aged Taemin up in this fic so that he's a legal adult in my country aka the USA. Which is 18. In my head this takes place directly after the awesome sauce that was Taemin's Ring Leader performance AND the SHINee Lucifer remix performance. Honestly, they were so sexy the porn practically wrote it self. I couldn't not write it! *wrings hands*
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Orgasm control, improper use of sexy voices, equally improper use of leather whips
Taemin can't help himself; he really can't. He's sending Jjong angry looks, all night, ever since their epic Lucifer Remix performance. Well, it should have been epic if Jjong hadn't been FUCKING OFF KEY and if the FUCKING MIKES hadn't been pieces of trash! He's irritated all out of proportion to the offense because he can't very well complain to the producers of the show that their equipment sucks. So he's steaming in pretty much every sense of the word, because under being angry and being frustrated about being angry, Taemin didn't fail to notice that his boyfriend was FUCKING smoking all damn night. Taemin fidgets at their table; he fidgets on the ride home and he glares at Jjong the minute they all walk in the door. Key heads off to the bathroom rambling about taking off his demon makeup and everyone else is shedding clothes.
"What is your problem, Taemin?" Jjong demands, obviously he's tired of getting laser burns from Taemin's stares.
"You were sooo off key, what the hell was wrong with you?" Taemin demands, happy to be given an opening at last.
Jjong crosses his arms and starts making excuses. Taemin doesn't really hear him cause he's used to this behavior from Jjong whenever he screws up. Granted it really isn't that often but tonight was a really big deal and he messed it up.
"You made us sound terrible, especially with the microphone's having a hissy fit," Taemin cuts in, waving his arms around.
Minho comes back from pulling his jacket and etcetera off and leaps to Jjong's defense. Minho is like that, he just picks a side so Taemin isn't really surprised though he does give the elder a reproachful look and a bit of a pout. "Hey now, you made mistakes too. I was watching, your lipsync was terrible," Minho says grouchily and gets a friendly punch in the arm from Jjong as a thank you.
"Yes, but I didn't SOUND bad," Taemin says quickly. He's not sure where Jinki went off to and somehow that just makes him angrier. The eldest who just happens to be his boyfriend ought to be defending his point of view right? Right?
"Oh get over it, it's done, okay? What's wrong with you anyhow? Are you hungry or something?" Jjong says, giving Taemin a look that's compounded of irritation and concern. They are all used to the fact that Taemin's boundless energy seems to require constant feeding and therefore the youngest is always on the brink of what he thinks of as starvation. "You want us to go get you something to eat Taeminnie?"
Now, ordinarily, Taemin likes affectionate nicknames. He absorbs affection like a sponge and despite the fact he's pissed as hell because that keeps him from being horny as hell, he can see that Jjong is trying to make up with him and that the offer of getting food for him is genuine. At any other time, his heart would be melted on the spot and he'd be smiling and hugging the older one and all would be forgiven. But not this time...
"NO, I do not want you to get me any food! I want you to fucking..."
"Taemin," Jinki says behind him and he's using that tone of voice. It sends shivers down his spine and wraps around his cock and does things to him that are entirely unfair when Jinki's not even touching him.
Taemin stutters to a stop and spins around on one boot heel to give his boyfriend his best attempt at a glare. He doesn't say anything though. He knows better.
"Jjong you were off key, fix it. Taemin you did foul up your lipsync, practice." Jinki goes on calmly and he's still wearing his stage makeup and the ultra tight pants he was wearing earlier with a plain black button up and Taemin thinks he's going to faint from all the blood rushing from his brain into his crotch.
"End of discussion," Jinki adds and brings one of his hands forward and now Taemin can see he's holding the whip Taemin was using on stage earlier, coiled and dangerously sexy, and Taemin swallows hard.
"Taemin, come with me please."
There's no way Taemin's not following that thinly veiled order, not with Jinki looking like that, acting like that...talking like that. So he follows Jinki down the hall obediently and tries not to hyperventilate.
.....
Jinki isn't sure what's gotten into him. Maybe he's high on adrenalin, or high on Taemin's angry glares at Jjong which should not be so hot but they are. All he's really sure of is from the moment he saw Taemin dancing with that slinky length of leather in all the right ways, followed by Taemin's angry behavior, he can't get certain ideas out of his head. So here goes nothing, he thinks to himself and waits until he hears Taemin close their bedroom door behind them.
"Lock it, please," Jinki reminds Taemin, not yet turning around. He's counting in his head in every language he knows in an attempt to make sure he's fully in control of himself though Jinki is well aware that the minute he turns around and sees Taemin's big eyes and soft lips all bets are off. The beat in his brain is heavy and hungry and he swallows before he turns around.
"You're having a temper tantrum," Jinki tells Taemin, his gaze sliding all over the slim black draped figure leaning back against the door as if he can't stand without some support. "What have we talked about where that is concerned?"
Taemin can't help it, his own eyes slide down to the whip coiled in Jinki's hand and then back up to his lover's pretty dark eyes which have taken on a stern expression. A ripple of something like fear and like joy flows through him and Taemin's knees go weak.
"Not to do it," he says sulkily, dropping his eyes. Looking at Jinki right now is a bit like looking into a dark sun, too intense to bear for long.
"Mmm, not to do it," Jinki replies as calmly as he can manage and steps up closer to where Taemin is standing. He's not physically crowding him, not even touching the younger man yet. Still he watches with a pleasure that almost scares him as Taemin seems to flinch back just a little, even though his hips are canting outward in unmistakeable invitation. Jinki lifts the coil of leather in his hand and slides it against Taemin's flushed cheek, watching with mesmerised fascination as Taemin licks his lips.
Taemin shivers again, but not from cold. The clothes he's wearing are entirely too heavy and too much. The leather feels cool and smooth against his skin and he tips his head slightly towards it, licking his lips and wondering dizzily what the leather tastes like. "Jinki," he whispers, lids fluttering. Taemin can feel Jinki's body heat and the sense of something overpowering and delicious is growing stronger by the second. "I'm sorry," he adds, knowing they are both standing on the brink of something and not sure which way to step.
"Are you?" Jinki asks, not really expecting an answer. He can see that Taemin's mind isn't on what their mouths are saying, any more than his own is. The words are just...barriers, a kind of dance they are performing together to keep them both from sliding into infinity. Jinki's eyes narrow on Taemin's pink glossed lips and the travel of his tongue across the plush lower. He slides the coil of whip over until the smooth hide is pressed against those lips.
"Show me," Jinki says softly, almost holding his breath while he waits to see what Taemin will do. There's a fine quiver along his limbs, anticipation suffusing him.
Jinki's eyes have Taemin pinned to the door and the only thing he wants is more. There's a litany going on in the back of his mind, prayers that Jinki doesn't stop this...this whatever this is. Which is why his lips part pliantly and his teeth gently nip the coil of leather. Taemin hears Jinki's little intake of breath triumphantly and follows the nibble with a slow drag of his tongue. He doesn't think about the fact he was just snapping this same leather across the stage which is probably not the cleanest place in the world. Taemin doesn't think about anything but that look in his lover's eyes and the way this feels to him. Following the first lick up with a second, he then gently kisses the coil of leather with the same passionate reverence he might use to kiss Jinki himself.
Jinki wonders why he doesn't just explode right there into a thousand burning white pieces. Watching Taemin almost making love to the whip in his hand does things to his insides, to his mind that Jinki couldn't possibly have imagined before seeing it. And yet, he's never felt so in control of himself and of Taemin and the sweet power of it is like singing to him. Natural and necessary as breath.
He steps back a pace. "Strip," Jinki orders softly. There's no need for rough words between them, not now.
Taemin thinks he's about to faint. Jinki's driving him mad with all this soft voiced demand and he can still taste the cool earthiness of the leather against his tongue and a little salt from Jinki's hand and there's absolutely no refusal in him. Taemin knows he'd do anything Jinki asked him to, right now, without hesitation. Which is why he's wrestling his stage clothes off and flinging them onto the floor with no consideration for them whatsoever. Taemin's almost panting with the unfamiliar and yet almost starving feeling he has right now. As if he needs something that Jinki is about to give him if only he obeys. He whimpers sharply in frustration when the layers of cloth tangle together for a few endless seconds before finally the jacket and shirt and jewelry and whatnot is off and on the floor and his chest is bare, thank God.
"Please," Taemin murmurs, lifting his head and arching his back. He's still wearing the pants but the zipper is down and they sag on his hips. "Please just ...just...say something," he begs. Two word from Jinki, just two; he needs them more even than he needs to be touched, than he needs to come.
Jinki is stunned to realize he knows exactly what Taemin needs to hear and the words slip out of his mouth before he has time to analyze the sensation.
"Good boy," he says quietly, the words laced with all his affection, all his approval, all his desire. His gaze never leaves Taemin's face.
"Oh, God," Taemin replies, and there's a sob in his throat. The sense of falling, of dropping endlessly is disorienting and he stares into Jinki's eyes helplessly. "Jinki...," he gasps.
The panic that crosses Taemin's face demands something from Jinki and he's already moving, placing his free bare hand in the middle of Taemin's equally naked chest and leaning in to almost kiss the younger man. "I'm here, Tae, I'm here. You're safe. I've got you," he whispers. Jinki repeats the words over and over again until the fear leaves Taemin's face, his hand softly petting the beautiful bare skin before him, sliding up to stroke messy and sweat damp hair back from Taemin's face.
Of course Jinki is there, of course Taemin is safe. Taemin feels almost silly for his earlier fear and lifts his eyes to smile at Jinki with reverent affection. If there's one thing of which Taemin is certain, it is that the older man loves him and would never let him be hurt. It doesn't matter that he can barely focus, that he has the feeling of being some kind of deep sea diver, that he's somewhere deep and low and oh so hot.
Jinki watches Taemin closely. He's read about this kind of thing, but actually seeing it, being a part of it is awe-inspiring. His sense of rightness, of perfection and joy increases and he smiles at the younger man warmly. "Taemin, I said strip," he says, his tone firm but not without his very real affection and the hunger still roiling like something caged in his gut.
Taemin moves swiftly, fluidly, his thoughts turning to making the necessary movements of undressing enticing and beautiful. He can feel Jinki's gaze on him like a touch, like the stroke of feathers over his hot skin and Taemin thinks that he's never, ever wanted Jinki so badly in his life. He licks his lips again when he's completely nude, leaning against the door again with his hips canted forward and his palms turned up in a gesture he hopes the older man can read.
With one hand, Jinki lets the length of leather uncoil and with the other, he pulls Taemin flush against him. Letting out a sharp gasp for breath, he forces Taemin's hips to meet his own and again wonders why he doesn't simply explode with the desire eating him up inside. "I love you, Taemin," Jinki says against Taemin's cheek, planting little kisses there as a distraction. Letting go of Taemin when the younger man clings to him with feverish little whispers of love that jolt Jinki over and over again like static shocks; he reaches around and catches the leather so that he is holding a length of it between his fists pressed against Taemin's bare back.
"Jinki, love you...love you," Taemin repeats over and over, arms around Jinki's neck and body undulating in an instantaneous need for friction. His lover feels so good against him, all firm muscle and quiet strength and the maddeningly tempting bulge of the elder's cock against skin tight denim. Taemin whines low when the cool leather touches his back and them moans outright when Jinki slides it ever so slowly down his back and down to the curve of his ass.
"Please...please..." Taemin mutters, not even sure what he's begging for but certain Jinki will help him find out.
"You like this don't you?" Jinki asks, not really expecting an answer, nor needing one when Taemin is flinching from the cool hide and then pressing his body into it. He takes the few steps necessary to get them to the bed and turns to push Taemin down on it. Immediately Taemin's long legs are parted for him, inviting him and he frankly and shamelessly writhes against the sheets and the slim length of leather trapped beneath his back. A wicked idea crosses Jinki's mind and for the first time in living memory he doesn't push the thought aside in a mixture of arousal and shame. The idea grows as he imagines Taemin's response to it.
"Taemin, take hold of the head board. Hold on tightly, don't let go because if you do, this stops." He speaks still in a quiet stern voice, and feels the sweet wave of pleasure and pride inside him when the younger man instantly obeys him.
"Please don't stop!" Taemin wants to shout the words but all that comes out is a rough plea. His fingers turn white on the spindles of the headboard and his cock twitches with the fresh rush of excitement. He's not sure where Jinki is heading on this burning ride but he'd rather die than stop now.
"Trust me," Jinki soothes, pulling the smooth leather of the whip out from under Taemin's body, moving slowly so the weave doesn't rasp his lover's skin. He busies himself then with a small flask of oil, pouring some in his fingers and letting the coils of the whip slide through them to oil the leather and make it more supple, softer against Taemin's skin. He kneels between Taemin's thighs then and leans over him, kissing his mouth for the first time that night. The kiss is slow and passionate and promising, as if each stroke of tongue and brush of lip can communicate a hundred vows between them.
Taemin's toes curl as he kisses Jinki back. He can feel Jinki's body hovering just out of contact with his own as they kiss and Taemin has to concentrate to keep his hands where his lover wants them instead of grabbing at Jinki to pull him closer. He's so distracted by the pleasure of Jinki's lips and the frustration of needing more contact and of making sure he obeys so Jinki won't stop that at first he barely notices as cool slick leather winds around the base of his cock. But then the friction increases and increases and he tears his mouth from Jinki's because he can't breathe with this slick tight smoothness enveloping his erection from base to tip. Taemin is too shocked and aroused to make any kind of coherent sound, knuckles again whitening as he tightens his grip on the headboard.
Jinki kneels back between Taemin's thighs and watches the younger man tremble with need. "Good boy," he purrs softly, looking up to see Taemin's hands clinging to the headboard for dear life. He's wrapped the most slender end of the whip around Taemin's cock, drawn tight but not squeezing. It should provide a constant slick and soon skin warm pressure around Taemin's length. Even though Jinki is almost trembling with the want inspired by the sight before him, he can push it aside, concentrate on Taemin, nothing but Taemin.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" he asks and this time, he puts the desire to hear the true answer in the words.
Taemin decides in that instant that Jinki knows his most secret fantasies without even trying. The oiled leather is a torture, a torment but it's so delicious that it's as if the mere sensation is breaking him into pieces and putting him back together in new ways. He arches his spine, feeling Jinki's dark gaze on him like a touch and rolls his hips, feeling the leather tighten just a bit as he moves as if it were something alive.
"Yes, oh yes...Jinki..," Taemin sighs, floating on fire and the sound of that soft purr praising him. He never loosens his grip on the headboard though.
"Good," Jinki answers and pours more oil on his fingers, using the slickness to ease the first finger into Taemin's body. "I can't wait much longer," he tells the younger man, voice roughening when he allows just a fraction of his hunger to take control of his vocal cords. Taemin is so tight even after this long together and Jinki has to pause more than once in his slow careful preparation of his lover. He is far from small and the last thing he wants is to hurt Taemin in any fashion. Well, other than making him wait for what he wants most. By the time 3 fingers are sliding rhythmically in and out of Taemin's opening, unerringly finding the all important nerve center inside Taemin, Jinki is panting with the effort it takes to keep this slow and steady.
Taemin is outright sobbing and not even trying to hide it. He couldn't even if he wanted to. Jinki seems to be reading him like a book and gives him just enough of what he can't live with out that every second is just one more burst of pleasure and denial rolled up into one. The older man has already ordered him not to come and Taemin feels so wired in to everything Jinki wants from him that even though he's positively dying for release, Taemin knows he won't orgasm until Jinki lets him. That doesn't stop him from shamelessly, wantonly begging for the permission he craves. His voice is hoarse and there are tears in his eyes born of frustration eating him alive.
"You have no idea what the sight and sound of you begging me does to me," Jinki growls, almost tearing off his jeans and shirt. He's suffering almost as much as Taemin and he has to take a few deep breaths before he can keep himself in control. "It makes me feel so powerful and so humble at the same time. You're so beautiful, my Taemin," he says, trying to gentle both his tone and actions as he lifts Taemin's trembling legs on his shoulders and lines himself up carefully.
"I need you," Jinki whispers, and begins the careful task of cramming every inch of himself into Taemin's tight clenching heat. Every time it's like this, he has to take this slow and steady, watching Taemin's breathing accelerate and his spine curve when his hard flesh fills every available space within his lover's body. There's no trying to find Taemin's prostate, Jinki can't help but scrape over that spot over and over again in long slick motions.
"I want you," Jinki whispers. He forces himself to pull back, until only the head of his erection is still inside.
Taemin is losing his mind. Nothing on earth feels as good as his lover's cock invading him, impaling him. He's addicted to the sensation and has been for months and every time, Jinki teases him like this...and he's nowhere near coherent enough to realize Jinki's not about to stop fucking him now. All he knows is he can't bear it if Jinki stops now...he whimpers pleadingly, words no longer something he can form. Taemin twists and squirms, more than ready to force Jinki's beautiful big cock into him if that's what it takes. And then Jinki's pushing inside, deep and hard and Taemin's vision begins to spark.
"I love you," Jinki says, biting the inside of his cheek in order to endure the way Taemin moves on him, against him. He can't come yet either, not until he's sure Taemin has had every single measure of honeyed torment and purest pleasure he is capable of giving. He moves faster, harder, eyes on Taemin's hands on the headboard that are clinging there still.
"You're gonna come for me, Taemin," Jinki murmurs, dropping his tone into the low and resonant level that seems to work on Taemin best. "When I tell you to, you're going to come so hard." He's unwrapping the leather from Taemin's straining, dripping length as he speaks, replacing the whip with his own hand. "My beautiful pretty needy boy is going to come on command." Jinki wonders dimly where these phrases are coming from, the deepest part of his own fantasies perhaps. But he can feel and see how Taemin responds to them, to him, whimpering and panting and the experience still feels exquisite and necessary and right.
Taemin feels every word like a kind of caress to his overloaded senses. He can't respond and somehow knows he's not required to respond, except in his own physical way. Orgasm is like a thing he can taste, heady and rich on his tongue, something that Jinki can feed to him if he only can wait for it long enough. Jinki is everything, and Taemin opens himself still further to his lover. He can feel the heat, the hardness, the warm hand, the kisses and breath against his face and neck and then there are words and Taemin never registers them with his brain, he understands them with his heart.
The moment the words leave Jinki's lips, he's wondering if he's made a mistake but then Taemin is screaming almost soundlessly and his body clamps down like a vise around Jinki's cock and then the hot white explosion floods out of Taemin like he's never orgasmed before in his life. And Jinki feels tears rise in his eyes because of the sheer beauty of Taemin's trust in him, in their love but before he has time to think of it, to lock it somehow in his mind forever, Jinki too is convulsing in near harsh ripples until it almost hurts it's so good.
Jinki reaches up as soon as he can think beyond the deep shudders racking him and loosens Taemin's hands still locked around the headboard. "So good for me," he croons, kissing the cramped palms tenderly then easing himself free of Taemin's body so he can let Taemin's body relax. Jinki isn't even sure that Taemin is awake, his eyes are closed and there are tears or sweat on his cheeks and also a faint heart stopping smile curving plush kiss burned lips. Jinki is all adoring care now, cudddling Taemin close against himself and wiping them both clean with a damp cloth imported for the purpose earlier. It's a bit chilly but that's better than sticky.
"I love you," Jinki tells Taemin as he cuddles the younger man into his side.
Taemin feels as if he's floating, a warm cloud of absolute perfection. He can feel and hear Jinki taking care of him and his heart throbs with love at the sweet words and touches but he's not ready to speak yet. Eventually though, Jinki gathers him into warm arms and wraps them both in blankets and Taemin sighs. His mind feels empty of all worries, all fears, all anything but just...Jinki.
"I love you too," he says quietly, snuggling into Jinki still closer.
Other note, i wrote this in a really fast stream of consciousness thing, so if there are typos please tell me gently. And I might be slightly embarrassed by this one so erm...yeah.
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 4215
Genre: Romantic Smut/M/s
Rating: NC17
Summary: Taemin is angry but really he's horny/ Jinki has a sudden fit of DominatingKinkiJinki (Established Couple)
A/N Because I didn't want to sound like an even bigger pervette than I actually am, I have aged Taemin up in this fic so that he's a legal adult in my country aka the USA. Which is 18. In my head this takes place directly after the awesome sauce that was Taemin's Ring Leader performance AND the SHINee Lucifer remix performance. Honestly, they were so sexy the porn practically wrote it self. I couldn't not write it! *wrings hands*
Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: Orgasm control, improper use of sexy voices, equally improper use of leather whips
Taemin can't help himself; he really can't. He's sending Jjong angry looks, all night, ever since their epic Lucifer Remix performance. Well, it should have been epic if Jjong hadn't been FUCKING OFF KEY and if the FUCKING MIKES hadn't been pieces of trash! He's irritated all out of proportion to the offense because he can't very well complain to the producers of the show that their equipment sucks. So he's steaming in pretty much every sense of the word, because under being angry and being frustrated about being angry, Taemin didn't fail to notice that his boyfriend was FUCKING smoking all damn night. Taemin fidgets at their table; he fidgets on the ride home and he glares at Jjong the minute they all walk in the door. Key heads off to the bathroom rambling about taking off his demon makeup and everyone else is shedding clothes.
"What is your problem, Taemin?" Jjong demands, obviously he's tired of getting laser burns from Taemin's stares.
"You were sooo off key, what the hell was wrong with you?" Taemin demands, happy to be given an opening at last.
Jjong crosses his arms and starts making excuses. Taemin doesn't really hear him cause he's used to this behavior from Jjong whenever he screws up. Granted it really isn't that often but tonight was a really big deal and he messed it up.
"You made us sound terrible, especially with the microphone's having a hissy fit," Taemin cuts in, waving his arms around.
Minho comes back from pulling his jacket and etcetera off and leaps to Jjong's defense. Minho is like that, he just picks a side so Taemin isn't really surprised though he does give the elder a reproachful look and a bit of a pout. "Hey now, you made mistakes too. I was watching, your lipsync was terrible," Minho says grouchily and gets a friendly punch in the arm from Jjong as a thank you.
"Yes, but I didn't SOUND bad," Taemin says quickly. He's not sure where Jinki went off to and somehow that just makes him angrier. The eldest who just happens to be his boyfriend ought to be defending his point of view right? Right?
"Oh get over it, it's done, okay? What's wrong with you anyhow? Are you hungry or something?" Jjong says, giving Taemin a look that's compounded of irritation and concern. They are all used to the fact that Taemin's boundless energy seems to require constant feeding and therefore the youngest is always on the brink of what he thinks of as starvation. "You want us to go get you something to eat Taeminnie?"
Now, ordinarily, Taemin likes affectionate nicknames. He absorbs affection like a sponge and despite the fact he's pissed as hell because that keeps him from being horny as hell, he can see that Jjong is trying to make up with him and that the offer of getting food for him is genuine. At any other time, his heart would be melted on the spot and he'd be smiling and hugging the older one and all would be forgiven. But not this time...
"NO, I do not want you to get me any food! I want you to fucking..."
"Taemin," Jinki says behind him and he's using that tone of voice. It sends shivers down his spine and wraps around his cock and does things to him that are entirely unfair when Jinki's not even touching him.
Taemin stutters to a stop and spins around on one boot heel to give his boyfriend his best attempt at a glare. He doesn't say anything though. He knows better.
"Jjong you were off key, fix it. Taemin you did foul up your lipsync, practice." Jinki goes on calmly and he's still wearing his stage makeup and the ultra tight pants he was wearing earlier with a plain black button up and Taemin thinks he's going to faint from all the blood rushing from his brain into his crotch.
"End of discussion," Jinki adds and brings one of his hands forward and now Taemin can see he's holding the whip Taemin was using on stage earlier, coiled and dangerously sexy, and Taemin swallows hard.
"Taemin, come with me please."
There's no way Taemin's not following that thinly veiled order, not with Jinki looking like that, acting like that...talking like that. So he follows Jinki down the hall obediently and tries not to hyperventilate.
.....
Jinki isn't sure what's gotten into him. Maybe he's high on adrenalin, or high on Taemin's angry glares at Jjong which should not be so hot but they are. All he's really sure of is from the moment he saw Taemin dancing with that slinky length of leather in all the right ways, followed by Taemin's angry behavior, he can't get certain ideas out of his head. So here goes nothing, he thinks to himself and waits until he hears Taemin close their bedroom door behind them.
"Lock it, please," Jinki reminds Taemin, not yet turning around. He's counting in his head in every language he knows in an attempt to make sure he's fully in control of himself though Jinki is well aware that the minute he turns around and sees Taemin's big eyes and soft lips all bets are off. The beat in his brain is heavy and hungry and he swallows before he turns around.
"You're having a temper tantrum," Jinki tells Taemin, his gaze sliding all over the slim black draped figure leaning back against the door as if he can't stand without some support. "What have we talked about where that is concerned?"
Taemin can't help it, his own eyes slide down to the whip coiled in Jinki's hand and then back up to his lover's pretty dark eyes which have taken on a stern expression. A ripple of something like fear and like joy flows through him and Taemin's knees go weak.
"Not to do it," he says sulkily, dropping his eyes. Looking at Jinki right now is a bit like looking into a dark sun, too intense to bear for long.
"Mmm, not to do it," Jinki replies as calmly as he can manage and steps up closer to where Taemin is standing. He's not physically crowding him, not even touching the younger man yet. Still he watches with a pleasure that almost scares him as Taemin seems to flinch back just a little, even though his hips are canting outward in unmistakeable invitation. Jinki lifts the coil of leather in his hand and slides it against Taemin's flushed cheek, watching with mesmerised fascination as Taemin licks his lips.
Taemin shivers again, but not from cold. The clothes he's wearing are entirely too heavy and too much. The leather feels cool and smooth against his skin and he tips his head slightly towards it, licking his lips and wondering dizzily what the leather tastes like. "Jinki," he whispers, lids fluttering. Taemin can feel Jinki's body heat and the sense of something overpowering and delicious is growing stronger by the second. "I'm sorry," he adds, knowing they are both standing on the brink of something and not sure which way to step.
"Are you?" Jinki asks, not really expecting an answer. He can see that Taemin's mind isn't on what their mouths are saying, any more than his own is. The words are just...barriers, a kind of dance they are performing together to keep them both from sliding into infinity. Jinki's eyes narrow on Taemin's pink glossed lips and the travel of his tongue across the plush lower. He slides the coil of whip over until the smooth hide is pressed against those lips.
"Show me," Jinki says softly, almost holding his breath while he waits to see what Taemin will do. There's a fine quiver along his limbs, anticipation suffusing him.
Jinki's eyes have Taemin pinned to the door and the only thing he wants is more. There's a litany going on in the back of his mind, prayers that Jinki doesn't stop this...this whatever this is. Which is why his lips part pliantly and his teeth gently nip the coil of leather. Taemin hears Jinki's little intake of breath triumphantly and follows the nibble with a slow drag of his tongue. He doesn't think about the fact he was just snapping this same leather across the stage which is probably not the cleanest place in the world. Taemin doesn't think about anything but that look in his lover's eyes and the way this feels to him. Following the first lick up with a second, he then gently kisses the coil of leather with the same passionate reverence he might use to kiss Jinki himself.
Jinki wonders why he doesn't just explode right there into a thousand burning white pieces. Watching Taemin almost making love to the whip in his hand does things to his insides, to his mind that Jinki couldn't possibly have imagined before seeing it. And yet, he's never felt so in control of himself and of Taemin and the sweet power of it is like singing to him. Natural and necessary as breath.
He steps back a pace. "Strip," Jinki orders softly. There's no need for rough words between them, not now.
Taemin thinks he's about to faint. Jinki's driving him mad with all this soft voiced demand and he can still taste the cool earthiness of the leather against his tongue and a little salt from Jinki's hand and there's absolutely no refusal in him. Taemin knows he'd do anything Jinki asked him to, right now, without hesitation. Which is why he's wrestling his stage clothes off and flinging them onto the floor with no consideration for them whatsoever. Taemin's almost panting with the unfamiliar and yet almost starving feeling he has right now. As if he needs something that Jinki is about to give him if only he obeys. He whimpers sharply in frustration when the layers of cloth tangle together for a few endless seconds before finally the jacket and shirt and jewelry and whatnot is off and on the floor and his chest is bare, thank God.
"Please," Taemin murmurs, lifting his head and arching his back. He's still wearing the pants but the zipper is down and they sag on his hips. "Please just ...just...say something," he begs. Two word from Jinki, just two; he needs them more even than he needs to be touched, than he needs to come.
Jinki is stunned to realize he knows exactly what Taemin needs to hear and the words slip out of his mouth before he has time to analyze the sensation.
"Good boy," he says quietly, the words laced with all his affection, all his approval, all his desire. His gaze never leaves Taemin's face.
"Oh, God," Taemin replies, and there's a sob in his throat. The sense of falling, of dropping endlessly is disorienting and he stares into Jinki's eyes helplessly. "Jinki...," he gasps.
The panic that crosses Taemin's face demands something from Jinki and he's already moving, placing his free bare hand in the middle of Taemin's equally naked chest and leaning in to almost kiss the younger man. "I'm here, Tae, I'm here. You're safe. I've got you," he whispers. Jinki repeats the words over and over again until the fear leaves Taemin's face, his hand softly petting the beautiful bare skin before him, sliding up to stroke messy and sweat damp hair back from Taemin's face.
Of course Jinki is there, of course Taemin is safe. Taemin feels almost silly for his earlier fear and lifts his eyes to smile at Jinki with reverent affection. If there's one thing of which Taemin is certain, it is that the older man loves him and would never let him be hurt. It doesn't matter that he can barely focus, that he has the feeling of being some kind of deep sea diver, that he's somewhere deep and low and oh so hot.
Jinki watches Taemin closely. He's read about this kind of thing, but actually seeing it, being a part of it is awe-inspiring. His sense of rightness, of perfection and joy increases and he smiles at the younger man warmly. "Taemin, I said strip," he says, his tone firm but not without his very real affection and the hunger still roiling like something caged in his gut.
Taemin moves swiftly, fluidly, his thoughts turning to making the necessary movements of undressing enticing and beautiful. He can feel Jinki's gaze on him like a touch, like the stroke of feathers over his hot skin and Taemin thinks that he's never, ever wanted Jinki so badly in his life. He licks his lips again when he's completely nude, leaning against the door again with his hips canted forward and his palms turned up in a gesture he hopes the older man can read.
With one hand, Jinki lets the length of leather uncoil and with the other, he pulls Taemin flush against him. Letting out a sharp gasp for breath, he forces Taemin's hips to meet his own and again wonders why he doesn't simply explode with the desire eating him up inside. "I love you, Taemin," Jinki says against Taemin's cheek, planting little kisses there as a distraction. Letting go of Taemin when the younger man clings to him with feverish little whispers of love that jolt Jinki over and over again like static shocks; he reaches around and catches the leather so that he is holding a length of it between his fists pressed against Taemin's bare back.
"Jinki, love you...love you," Taemin repeats over and over, arms around Jinki's neck and body undulating in an instantaneous need for friction. His lover feels so good against him, all firm muscle and quiet strength and the maddeningly tempting bulge of the elder's cock against skin tight denim. Taemin whines low when the cool leather touches his back and them moans outright when Jinki slides it ever so slowly down his back and down to the curve of his ass.
"Please...please..." Taemin mutters, not even sure what he's begging for but certain Jinki will help him find out.
"You like this don't you?" Jinki asks, not really expecting an answer, nor needing one when Taemin is flinching from the cool hide and then pressing his body into it. He takes the few steps necessary to get them to the bed and turns to push Taemin down on it. Immediately Taemin's long legs are parted for him, inviting him and he frankly and shamelessly writhes against the sheets and the slim length of leather trapped beneath his back. A wicked idea crosses Jinki's mind and for the first time in living memory he doesn't push the thought aside in a mixture of arousal and shame. The idea grows as he imagines Taemin's response to it.
"Taemin, take hold of the head board. Hold on tightly, don't let go because if you do, this stops." He speaks still in a quiet stern voice, and feels the sweet wave of pleasure and pride inside him when the younger man instantly obeys him.
"Please don't stop!" Taemin wants to shout the words but all that comes out is a rough plea. His fingers turn white on the spindles of the headboard and his cock twitches with the fresh rush of excitement. He's not sure where Jinki is heading on this burning ride but he'd rather die than stop now.
"Trust me," Jinki soothes, pulling the smooth leather of the whip out from under Taemin's body, moving slowly so the weave doesn't rasp his lover's skin. He busies himself then with a small flask of oil, pouring some in his fingers and letting the coils of the whip slide through them to oil the leather and make it more supple, softer against Taemin's skin. He kneels between Taemin's thighs then and leans over him, kissing his mouth for the first time that night. The kiss is slow and passionate and promising, as if each stroke of tongue and brush of lip can communicate a hundred vows between them.
Taemin's toes curl as he kisses Jinki back. He can feel Jinki's body hovering just out of contact with his own as they kiss and Taemin has to concentrate to keep his hands where his lover wants them instead of grabbing at Jinki to pull him closer. He's so distracted by the pleasure of Jinki's lips and the frustration of needing more contact and of making sure he obeys so Jinki won't stop that at first he barely notices as cool slick leather winds around the base of his cock. But then the friction increases and increases and he tears his mouth from Jinki's because he can't breathe with this slick tight smoothness enveloping his erection from base to tip. Taemin is too shocked and aroused to make any kind of coherent sound, knuckles again whitening as he tightens his grip on the headboard.
Jinki kneels back between Taemin's thighs and watches the younger man tremble with need. "Good boy," he purrs softly, looking up to see Taemin's hands clinging to the headboard for dear life. He's wrapped the most slender end of the whip around Taemin's cock, drawn tight but not squeezing. It should provide a constant slick and soon skin warm pressure around Taemin's length. Even though Jinki is almost trembling with the want inspired by the sight before him, he can push it aside, concentrate on Taemin, nothing but Taemin.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" he asks and this time, he puts the desire to hear the true answer in the words.
Taemin decides in that instant that Jinki knows his most secret fantasies without even trying. The oiled leather is a torture, a torment but it's so delicious that it's as if the mere sensation is breaking him into pieces and putting him back together in new ways. He arches his spine, feeling Jinki's dark gaze on him like a touch and rolls his hips, feeling the leather tighten just a bit as he moves as if it were something alive.
"Yes, oh yes...Jinki..," Taemin sighs, floating on fire and the sound of that soft purr praising him. He never loosens his grip on the headboard though.
"Good," Jinki answers and pours more oil on his fingers, using the slickness to ease the first finger into Taemin's body. "I can't wait much longer," he tells the younger man, voice roughening when he allows just a fraction of his hunger to take control of his vocal cords. Taemin is so tight even after this long together and Jinki has to pause more than once in his slow careful preparation of his lover. He is far from small and the last thing he wants is to hurt Taemin in any fashion. Well, other than making him wait for what he wants most. By the time 3 fingers are sliding rhythmically in and out of Taemin's opening, unerringly finding the all important nerve center inside Taemin, Jinki is panting with the effort it takes to keep this slow and steady.
Taemin is outright sobbing and not even trying to hide it. He couldn't even if he wanted to. Jinki seems to be reading him like a book and gives him just enough of what he can't live with out that every second is just one more burst of pleasure and denial rolled up into one. The older man has already ordered him not to come and Taemin feels so wired in to everything Jinki wants from him that even though he's positively dying for release, Taemin knows he won't orgasm until Jinki lets him. That doesn't stop him from shamelessly, wantonly begging for the permission he craves. His voice is hoarse and there are tears in his eyes born of frustration eating him alive.
"You have no idea what the sight and sound of you begging me does to me," Jinki growls, almost tearing off his jeans and shirt. He's suffering almost as much as Taemin and he has to take a few deep breaths before he can keep himself in control. "It makes me feel so powerful and so humble at the same time. You're so beautiful, my Taemin," he says, trying to gentle both his tone and actions as he lifts Taemin's trembling legs on his shoulders and lines himself up carefully.
"I need you," Jinki whispers, and begins the careful task of cramming every inch of himself into Taemin's tight clenching heat. Every time it's like this, he has to take this slow and steady, watching Taemin's breathing accelerate and his spine curve when his hard flesh fills every available space within his lover's body. There's no trying to find Taemin's prostate, Jinki can't help but scrape over that spot over and over again in long slick motions.
"I want you," Jinki whispers. He forces himself to pull back, until only the head of his erection is still inside.
Taemin is losing his mind. Nothing on earth feels as good as his lover's cock invading him, impaling him. He's addicted to the sensation and has been for months and every time, Jinki teases him like this...and he's nowhere near coherent enough to realize Jinki's not about to stop fucking him now. All he knows is he can't bear it if Jinki stops now...he whimpers pleadingly, words no longer something he can form. Taemin twists and squirms, more than ready to force Jinki's beautiful big cock into him if that's what it takes. And then Jinki's pushing inside, deep and hard and Taemin's vision begins to spark.
"I love you," Jinki says, biting the inside of his cheek in order to endure the way Taemin moves on him, against him. He can't come yet either, not until he's sure Taemin has had every single measure of honeyed torment and purest pleasure he is capable of giving. He moves faster, harder, eyes on Taemin's hands on the headboard that are clinging there still.
"You're gonna come for me, Taemin," Jinki murmurs, dropping his tone into the low and resonant level that seems to work on Taemin best. "When I tell you to, you're going to come so hard." He's unwrapping the leather from Taemin's straining, dripping length as he speaks, replacing the whip with his own hand. "My beautiful pretty needy boy is going to come on command." Jinki wonders dimly where these phrases are coming from, the deepest part of his own fantasies perhaps. But he can feel and see how Taemin responds to them, to him, whimpering and panting and the experience still feels exquisite and necessary and right.
Taemin feels every word like a kind of caress to his overloaded senses. He can't respond and somehow knows he's not required to respond, except in his own physical way. Orgasm is like a thing he can taste, heady and rich on his tongue, something that Jinki can feed to him if he only can wait for it long enough. Jinki is everything, and Taemin opens himself still further to his lover. He can feel the heat, the hardness, the warm hand, the kisses and breath against his face and neck and then there are words and Taemin never registers them with his brain, he understands them with his heart.
The moment the words leave Jinki's lips, he's wondering if he's made a mistake but then Taemin is screaming almost soundlessly and his body clamps down like a vise around Jinki's cock and then the hot white explosion floods out of Taemin like he's never orgasmed before in his life. And Jinki feels tears rise in his eyes because of the sheer beauty of Taemin's trust in him, in their love but before he has time to think of it, to lock it somehow in his mind forever, Jinki too is convulsing in near harsh ripples until it almost hurts it's so good.
Jinki reaches up as soon as he can think beyond the deep shudders racking him and loosens Taemin's hands still locked around the headboard. "So good for me," he croons, kissing the cramped palms tenderly then easing himself free of Taemin's body so he can let Taemin's body relax. Jinki isn't even sure that Taemin is awake, his eyes are closed and there are tears or sweat on his cheeks and also a faint heart stopping smile curving plush kiss burned lips. Jinki is all adoring care now, cudddling Taemin close against himself and wiping them both clean with a damp cloth imported for the purpose earlier. It's a bit chilly but that's better than sticky.
"I love you," Jinki tells Taemin as he cuddles the younger man into his side.
Taemin feels as if he's floating, a warm cloud of absolute perfection. He can feel and hear Jinki taking care of him and his heart throbs with love at the sweet words and touches but he's not ready to speak yet. Eventually though, Jinki gathers him into warm arms and wraps them both in blankets and Taemin sighs. His mind feels empty of all worries, all fears, all anything but just...Jinki.
"I love you too," he says quietly, snuggling into Jinki still closer.
Other note, i wrote this in a really fast stream of consciousness thing, so if there are typos please tell me gently. And I might be slightly embarrassed by this one so erm...yeah.