I Call The Shots - chapter 3
Title: I Call The Shots - Chapter 3
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 4200
Genre: Romance/Fluff/ Master-slave or Dom-sub whichever way you want to look at it
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jinki and Taemin take steps forward in their relationship.
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. Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: It's hard to warn for this fic cause it really depends on the person. I'll just say language, sexiness and power exchange.
Other notes: I'm super sorry it has taken me so long to get this far along with this fic. I had some physical and emotional rl stuffs and then this chapter is chock full of things that I feel are important for an even somewhat realistic portrayal of an unfolding d/s relationship. This is actually part 1 for the chapter. There is a part 2 but to be honest I needed to get some responses back on how i'm doing lol So I hope you like it.
Jinki sits in one of the chairs at the kitchen table, across from Minho who seems to be trying to put holes in him merely by staring at him. He tips his head to one side but his friend doesn't seem ready to talk yet. That leaves him plenty of time for contemplation.
He glances down at himself, clad in the tight fitting leather pants with silver studwork up the legs and boots with a loose button up shirt and leather jacket and grins faintly. Key handed him the clothes with a look and like everyone else, Jinki knows better than to ignore Key's looks.
Taemin and Key are closeted in one of the bedrooms and there's something both sweet and funny about those two getting Taemin ready for...well, him. He blushes just a little, feeling the warmth on his cheeks and down his neck, and Jinki rubs at his temples.
Over the last two weeks, he's spent almost every minute going over all kinds of concepts that were just words on a page until he applied them to himself and Taemin. Jinki is ever conscious that among other things, as the Dominant partner, it's his job to understand Taemin's boundaries and borders. Everything from limits to safe words has been discussed at great length.
Problem is, Taemin has become almost irresistible to Jinki these days. Well, he always has been, but now it seems harder to keep his reaction to his lover under some measure of control. Perhaps it's Taemin's easy glide into passionate obedience, his exquisite willingness that is such a siren call for Jinki. It certainly seems that way. Certainly, if he'd believed before that he and Taemin were intimate, they are now on another level entirely.
Jinki drops his hands and glances at Minho again whose gaze seems pinned to the tea cup in front of him. He sighs under his breath and lets his thoughts wander again.
Nothing seems quite as compelling as Taemin, especially when he's revealed such enticing desires during their discussions. He finds himself replaying one such discussion in his mind over and over again, tormenting himself with the possibilities of exploring it further.
"Are there any words that you like...or that you don't want to hear, ever?" Jinki asked slowly, offering Taemin a piece of the tangerine he'd just peeled. He couldn't really imagine ever wanting to call Taemin anything cruel ...but then a few weeks ago, he couldn't have really imagined craving to tie his lover to the bed either.
Taemin gave him a funny look as their fingers brushed, the same almost quivering awareness that Jinki felt reflected in Taemin's eyes. Lips parted, white teeth bit into the sweet and tart fruit and Jinki looked away in the spirit of self preservation. He felt far too close to needing to pounce on Taemin and drag him to his lair - or at least their bedroom.
"I think a better question is what do you want me to call you," Taemin answered...breaking his train of thought.
Jinki blinked. He hadn't really considered that ...giving himself a title would have felt arrogant...though he had to concede there was a certain irony in his reaction. He was arrogant. At least that part of him that needed to claim, own, possess, control was arrogant.
"What do you want to call me?" Jinki asked in turn, dragging his eyes back to Taemin's sensual expression.
The further they delved into this new world of theirs, the more it seemed that Taemin lived to entice him. Jinki felt a jolt when Taemin started licking his fingers slowly. Watching the lingering flick of Taemin's tongue had Jinki biting the inside of his cheek and trying to ignore the matching twitch in his pants.
"Stop it," Jinki ordered, reaching over and pulling Taemin's fingers from his mouth. "Little tease," he muttered.
"Am I?" Taemin asked softly. His head was tipped up, dark red hair falling back against his neck, his eyes wide open and the expression in them heated.
"You know you are," Jinki answered, eyes narrowing on the look on Taemin's face. He knew that look now, the expression that said something that was going on between them, something that had been spoken stirred the other man. He hesitated only a few moments, shifting in his chair.
"Such a little tease. Such a slut for me," he drawled slowly, his tongue almost burning at calling Taemin a slut. The twitch in his pants was turning into a hard pulse and his breath caught in his throat.
"Jinki..." Taemin purred the word, leaning back in his chair and eyes drooping closed.
"Talk to me Taemin," Jinki insisted. "You like being my pretty slut, hmm?"
By now he knew he had to demand that Taemin verbalize. His lover had a tendency to go mute with yielding passion. Jinki licked his lips, all of his attention on Taemin's every little breath and motion.
"God, Jinki...makes me so hot...don't you know...I'd do anything for you...anything...want you so bad...all the time..." Taemin's reply was dreamy, laced with throaty heat and hesitation. Jinki watched the slender hips move, Taemin's whole body portraying wanton pleasure and desire. He reached out and caught Taemin's wrist just before his hand pressed against the arousal showing beneath his jeans.
"Mine," Jinki breathed. "My cock hungry slut." He could hardly stand what saying these things and watching Taemin's response to them did to him. He was fully hard now, burning alive with suppressed need.
"Oh God," Taemin replied, almost whimpering. "Yesss...yes," he answered.
Jinki closed his eyes a moment, gathering his self-control around him. He was hungry, so hungry in direct proportion to Taemin's voluptuous need. Nothing would please him more than to pin Taemin's body to the bed and fuck him very, very slowly until he was sobbing for more, driving both of them insane until finally he let them both explode. He opened his eyes again and leaned forward, kissing Taemin's flushed cheek.
"Soon," he promised and hugged Taemin to him when the other immediately wrapped himself around him.
Which brings him, somehow, to now. He supposes he shouldn't really be surprised that Key has stepped in and made his own idea of arrangements. Between Key's own love for Taemin and his need to be involved in everything in their little pseudo family - in a way, Jinki feels almost guilty. If this were anything like a mainstream situation, Kibum would have been hip deep in wedding arrangements by now.
Jinki sighs a little and pushes the thought away to focus on the important things; the most important of all being he and Taemin and the fact that due to Key's orchestration - the two of them would be alone in the apartment that made up their dorm. Jjong is scheduled to be gone on undisclosed errands that put a smirk on his face when he walked out the door. Minho and Key are visiting Key's family for the weekend and Jinki grins as he wonders if Minho is really ready for Key, in any sense whatsoever.
Jinki looks up again and sees Minho staring straight at him, a questioning and even perplexed look on his face. Feeling that blush again, Jinki shifts a little uncomfortably.
"Taemin likes leather," Jinki explains into the silence. He's not sure exactly what's making him open his mouth and most likely starting a conversation neither he nor Minho actually want. The silence is stifling, however, and there's a look in Minho's eyes that hurts to examine too closely.
"I know, hyung," Minho says, nodding to show he's paying attention. He looks down at his own hands again and then back up at Jinki.
"So, you...I mean...," Minho stutters then falls to a halt again.
Jinki leans forward and touches Minho's arm in a gesture to invite the other man to speak his mind. Now is as good a time as any and if they can't each have their say freely to each other in private then their family, odd as it may be, and SHINee as a whole are doomed in one way or another.
"Are you worried about Taemin?" Jinki asks, sitting back again and waiting for Minho to speak.
"Since almost the first time I saw you two together...I knew that...fate...destiny, whatever we call these things, had put you two together." Minho speaks slowly, raising his head in that way he has that commands attention even when he's being quiet.
"When you told us all that you and Taemin loved each other, really loved each other, I knew that for you the fact you both were male was immaterial to the fact that you loved Taemin. I think he feels the same way." Minho is talking slowly, as if unwinding the words very carefully to keep them from spilling out too quickly.
Jinki just nods, brows lifted a little to give Minho the cue that he's still listening, still interested. "I think so, yes," he murmurs as Minho looks at him seriously.
"If I'd been asked five years, ten years ago...would I be in a passionate love relationship with a person who happens to be male....I'm pretty sure I would have been looking for the hidden camera," Jinki admits quietly. "Taemin just...is everything to me."
"I understand that. Or I thought I did," Minho answers, running a big hand through his dark hair and then tipping his head forward as if he has a crick in his neck. "Now you're into something I don't understand at all...and when Taemin tries to talk about it, and it's clear he's happy and excited about it..."
"Do you really think I would ever do anything to hurt Taemin?" Jinki asks, interrupting Minho simply because watching the younger man struggle to find the right words is painful.
Minho looks up and sighs, shaking his head. "Hyung, I think you'd stand in front of an on-coming truck without a second thought if you believed you could save Taemin's life by doing it. I just don't ...I don't understand what you're doing and it scares me for both of you."
Jinki smiles a little. "You know that's my job, right? The worrying thing? The being scared for everyone else?" He stands up then, but only so he can embrace Minho, giving him a quick but hard hug.
"I don't think I can explain this to you," he says against Minho's shoulder. "Except to say, this is another level of intimacy for us. For us it feels closer. And closer is ...I want that."
He's relieved when Minho hugs him back, hard enough almost to leave bruises. "I've always trusted you, hyung," Minho says. "I'm not gonna stop now."
They pull apart after a few moments with some throat clearing and sheepish glances just in time to turn to Key when he comes out of the bedroom with his backpack ready. He's dressed simply for the cold weather in jeans and sweater and a rakishly tilted fedora.
"Taemin will be out in a minute," he informs Jinki with an expression on his face that can only be called smug. "After we leave."
Key goes around the table to tug at Minho's arm in a not so subtle hint that they need to leave. "You ready?" he asks, glancing up at the taller man's face and letting his slim fingers rest on the curve of Minho's elbow.
"I think so, yeah," Minho answers, picking up his own backpack and giving Jinki a smile.
Jinki bows to them and smiles. "Thanks...for giving us this space...and for bribing our managers into this little break." he says, partly joking and partly serious.
"Oh anything for true love," Key says breezily as he one armed hugs Jinki and then tugs Minho towards the door.
"C'mon we're out of here." Minho only shrugs and smiles and lets himself be led out the door.
In a few moments, the apartment is empty except for himself and Taemin.
Jinki takes a deep breath and glances around him, leaving the kitchen to pace around the living area a bit instead. He feels nervous like this is a first performance and tries to calm the butterflies in his stomach.
"Taemin?" he calls. "We're alone now." Just in case Taemin wasn't sure of that fact...by now, Jinki is dying to see what on earth Key's theatrical streak has cooked up this time.
. . . . .
In the bedroom, Taemin takes one more look at himself in the full length mirror mounted on the back of Key's closet door. He's not really worried about whether or not Jinki likes his appearance...it's more just...everything. Nevertheless...something in him is absolutely hungry...starving for another experience like the one that started Jinki and himself down this path. Taemin can't see himself turning back from this.
With that in mind, he opens the bedroom door and steps out into the hallway, padding along the hardwood floor in bare feet with a soft jingling sound.
He's wearing well...the shirt he's wearing used to be a rather plain and simple button up made of soft silky fabric. Until the sleeves were slashed and fine weave fishnet was inserted to make them loose and flowing. The folds of the shirt have been similary treated so that the whole thing flutters around him in a graceful manner, tending to slip off one shoulder when he moves. The pants are skin tight, softer than leather and with a polished sheen. Key looped a long silky fringed scarf around his neck and fastened a belled ankle bracelet around one ankle. Taemin isn't sure how he feels about the outfit. It's better than most of his stage ensembles and certainly no worse...except for the bare feet yet this feels much more sexually charged than anything he's ever worn on stage.
He steps out into the warm light of the living area and then doesn't know what to do with himself in the face of Jinki's incandescent stare. He blinks several times and feels a wave of heat surge through him, so intense it leaves him with his toes curled against the floor boards. Taemin tips his head to one side and peeks at Jinki from beneath his lashes. He licks his lips simply because Jinki in dark leather and kohled eyes makes his mouth go bone dry.
"Hi," he says quietly and smiles.
. . . .
Taemin is...Taemin is...Jinki's brain fails to find a decent description for what Taemin is right now. He stares, drinking in everything from Taemin's sleek red strands playing coyly around his face and shoulders, the beautiful face accentuated with just a touch of expertly applied cosmetics. But then his gaze drops helplessly to the smooth pale shoulder revealed by Taemin's garment and the tantalizing peeks of more skin revealed by fishnet down to the polished slick fabric of his pants clinging tightly to muscular thighs and calves til finally his eyes drop to Taemin's small bare feet.
"Walking aphrodisiac," Jinki mutters, running a hand along the back of his neck. He can't take his eyes off of Taemin, even while surely half the blood in his system ends up in his groin from the nearly instantaneous erection he gets from just staring at his lover.
"If that's what you want," Taemin murmurs, stepping a little closer to Jinki with lithe movements.
Jinki doesn't know how it happens, but he's suddenly holding Taemin pressed against the wall with his body, thigh pressed firm between Taemin's long legs. "I want...so much," Jinki answers, hands braced on either side of Taemin's body and lips hovering somewhere near that bare shoulder. He can't seem to decide where to start.
"Oh, God," Taemin gasps, arching instantly into the weight and pressure of Jinki's lower body against his. He can feel his lover's breath on his bare skin, feel the hard delectable line of Jinki's erection against his hip and his senses quiver with reaction. "Jinki..." he breathes.
"How do you do this to me?" Jinki asks, forcing his hand to move slowly along the line of Taemin's waist and hip, heading for the outside sleek muscle of the younger man's thigh. "You look so...fuckable," he says, and lets his tongue finally trail against Taemin's shoulder. The skin tastes sweet and clean and Taemin.
Taemin has to try to focus to form words. Jinki has him burning up just with his mere presense, his mere appearance. He hears Jinki through a roaring in his ears and swallows hard. "Not doing...anything," he answers. Jinki's tongue on his skin leaves a cool burning in its wake and he hitches himself against Jinki's weight.
"Oh but you are baby, you definitely are." Jinki pulls back then, though it's difficult to do when he's half mad to taste more of Taemin.
He forces himself to take several paces away, never taking his eyes off the slim seductive figure of his boyfriend. Jinki pauses then, taking a deep breath that helps to ground him in the situation.
"I love you," he says simply.
Taemin wants to whine and stomp his feet like a child when Jinki pulls away. The loss of contact, pressure, heat, warmth and everything that is Jinki's being against him seems far too abrupt and painful. He pouts a little, making no effort to hide it as he peels himself off the wall and takes a step or two to follow Jinki.
"I love you too," he answers immediately, tossing his hair back and giving his boyfriend an unabashedly smoldering look from beneath darkened lashes.
Jinki's lips twitch a little when he catches the little thrust of lips outwards in Taemin's petulant expression. He pauses just a moment to consider and then lifting his hand so that Taemin can see it clearly out in front of him, he snaps his fingers and gestures downwards. They had talked about this before but he's not sure that Taemin will remember or that he will respond when he's feeling pouty.
Taemin pauses mid step at the sharp clear sound of Jinki's fingers snapping. His eyes widen and he almost can't believe that Jinki actually did it, especially when accompanied by the gesture - an obvious if silent demand for obedience. The moment seems to crystallize and Taemin feels dizzy, dropping gracefully to his knees with a soft jingle.
"Oh my God," Taemin breathes, trying to concentrate around the heat and need and dizzy desire to obey Jinki's slightest wish. He's sucking in air faster, deeper, and then before he can think, if he even is capable of thinking at this point, Taemin slinks to all fours with easy catlike fluidity.
Jinki bites the inside of his cheek to keep from echoing Taemin's words. The rush of power he feels mingles with an equal wave of intense protectiveness so that he loses just a moment in the ferocity of his own reactions. When he focuses his attention on Taemin, his beautiful boy is fucking crawling to him. He strangles something that wants to be a whimper deep in his chest and finds himself opening and closing his palms at his sides against the rampant desire to touch and claim seething in his nerves and bones.
Taemin could almost purr. He doesn't need to look up to know that Jinki's attention is fixed solely and completely on him as he places each hand and knee just so along the hard wood floor. The slick material of his pants slides easily so he has no trouble moving in the slinky way he wants to and only stops when he sees the toes of Jinki's boots in front of him. He feels as if he's flying and deep sea diving all at the same time and the sensation is both amazing and frightening but Taemin doesn't let that stop him as he straightens up on his knees. A practiced jerk of his head flips his hair out of his face and he arches his back slightly and peeks up at Jinki through his demurely lowered lashes.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jinki thinks the word again and again in simple fully separated thoughts. He wants to reach out and grab something to stabilise him as he watches Taemin cross the few meters of space between them. He's sure he's never seen anything quite so erotic in his entire life. Once Taemin is at his feet...Jesus, AT HIS FEET... he needs every bit of self control he owns not to ravage the luscious creature before him in every conceivable way.
"Lovely," he hears himself say huskily and reaches a hand out to dust his fingers through Taemin's silky hair. "Is there something that you wanted?" Jinki asks expectantly.
There's a box in his jacket pocket suddenly burning a hole in his pocket and his mind fills with wanting to get the simple curve of metal around Taemin's pale throat. He tilts his head to one side, shifting his weight in an unspoken demand for attention though Taemin's dark eyes are already pinned on him with an unwavering regard.
Taemin shivers all the way down to his bare toes between Jinki's deep voice and that one word of praise and the feel of his fingertips sifting through Taemin's hair. He wants to whimper, lean up and lick those fingers and somewhere far back in a corner of his mind he's surprised at his own passionately needy responses. But that is buried beneath everything else and he lets his lips part simply to suck more air into his lungs.
"Yes...oh yes...please, Jinki," he answers, helplessly burning and as achingly intense as that feeling is, Taemin loves it. He blinks wide eyed up at Jinki who seems taller, darker, infinitely powerful and everything Taemin needs in this life.
Jinki bites his cheek again, a strong hard pulse against leather reminding him of just how erotic every second of this feels to him. He slips his hand down the side of Taemin's flushed cheek and lets his thumb caress the full pout of his boy's lower lip before he reluctantly pulls his touch back.
"We've talked about this, Taemin," he announces as calmly as he can manage when three fourths of his being wants nothing more than to touch and caress every inch of Taemin's body. "If I give this to you, it means you belong to me. You'll obey me, first and foremost, above all others. In return, it is my responsiblity to care for you, protect you, and please you when it suits me." He feels a hard shiver slam through him as he speaks. This feels enormous and yet so perfect. He tries to breathe around the raw desire to possess Taemin that he feels but it's almost impossible.
Shakily, Jinki slips the small box out of his jacket pocket and opens it. He gazes down at the slim circlet of metal for a few long seconds, one thumb caressing the polished surfaces before he turns it around so that Taemin can see it.
"I chose this for you. So you can wear it while performing without anyone questioning it," he explains.
"You can say yes...or no, Taemin. If you say yes,...you'll obey me or safeword with discussion afterwards. If you say no, this stops." Jinki speaks very clearly, holding Taemin's gaze. He wants there to be no question of his expectations on this matter, despite their discussions over the last few weeks.
Taemin forces himself not to squirm, not to throw himself at Jinki and beg him just to collar him already. He makes himself pay attention to each word as Jinki speaks it rather than only concentrating on the shape of Jinki's mouth and how badly he wants that mouth all over his burning body. It brings him partly out of the dizzy sinking space to think this hard but Taemin suspects that's not a bad thing.
The truth is though, even though Taemin knows himself well enough to know that he'll test Jinki's resolve to be obeyed just to see where the boundaries truly are and that there's a part of him that will actually relish finding himself on the sharp edge of Jinki's displeasure...he can't imagine not wanting this with every fiber of his being. To belong to this man he loves so much, truly belong in a bond so intimate and necessary. He bites his lip to hold back a little aroused whimper and only lifts his hands palm up in a pleading gesture.
"Yes...Jinki, yes. I want to be yours." Taemin makes himself speak, his voice a strangled whisper but audible nonetheless.
Jinki feels tears spring to his eyes as he looks down at Taemin's face, his upturned palms. Without speaking, he slips the slim circlet from the box and pushes the box back into his pocket. He pauses for a few moments, holding the piece of jewelry that will serve as the external symbol of their connection. A quick but heartfelt prayer is breathed to heaven and he gently places the collar around Taemin's pale throat.
"Mine," Jinki says roughly.
During RDD period, Taemin repeatedly wore a choker that looks like this.
Taemin's collar in this story looks like this.
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 4200
Genre: Romance/Fluff/ Master-slave or Dom-sub whichever way you want to look at it
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jinki and Taemin take steps forward in their relationship.
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. Please also see my new Disclaimer of Doom if you like
Warning: It's hard to warn for this fic cause it really depends on the person. I'll just say language, sexiness and power exchange.
Other notes: I'm super sorry it has taken me so long to get this far along with this fic. I had some physical and emotional rl stuffs and then this chapter is chock full of things that I feel are important for an even somewhat realistic portrayal of an unfolding d/s relationship. This is actually part 1 for the chapter. There is a part 2 but to be honest I needed to get some responses back on how i'm doing lol So I hope you like it.
Jinki sits in one of the chairs at the kitchen table, across from Minho who seems to be trying to put holes in him merely by staring at him. He tips his head to one side but his friend doesn't seem ready to talk yet. That leaves him plenty of time for contemplation.
He glances down at himself, clad in the tight fitting leather pants with silver studwork up the legs and boots with a loose button up shirt and leather jacket and grins faintly. Key handed him the clothes with a look and like everyone else, Jinki knows better than to ignore Key's looks.
Taemin and Key are closeted in one of the bedrooms and there's something both sweet and funny about those two getting Taemin ready for...well, him. He blushes just a little, feeling the warmth on his cheeks and down his neck, and Jinki rubs at his temples.
Over the last two weeks, he's spent almost every minute going over all kinds of concepts that were just words on a page until he applied them to himself and Taemin. Jinki is ever conscious that among other things, as the Dominant partner, it's his job to understand Taemin's boundaries and borders. Everything from limits to safe words has been discussed at great length.
Problem is, Taemin has become almost irresistible to Jinki these days. Well, he always has been, but now it seems harder to keep his reaction to his lover under some measure of control. Perhaps it's Taemin's easy glide into passionate obedience, his exquisite willingness that is such a siren call for Jinki. It certainly seems that way. Certainly, if he'd believed before that he and Taemin were intimate, they are now on another level entirely.
Jinki drops his hands and glances at Minho again whose gaze seems pinned to the tea cup in front of him. He sighs under his breath and lets his thoughts wander again.
Nothing seems quite as compelling as Taemin, especially when he's revealed such enticing desires during their discussions. He finds himself replaying one such discussion in his mind over and over again, tormenting himself with the possibilities of exploring it further.
"Are there any words that you like...or that you don't want to hear, ever?" Jinki asked slowly, offering Taemin a piece of the tangerine he'd just peeled. He couldn't really imagine ever wanting to call Taemin anything cruel ...but then a few weeks ago, he couldn't have really imagined craving to tie his lover to the bed either.
Taemin gave him a funny look as their fingers brushed, the same almost quivering awareness that Jinki felt reflected in Taemin's eyes. Lips parted, white teeth bit into the sweet and tart fruit and Jinki looked away in the spirit of self preservation. He felt far too close to needing to pounce on Taemin and drag him to his lair - or at least their bedroom.
"I think a better question is what do you want me to call you," Taemin answered...breaking his train of thought.
Jinki blinked. He hadn't really considered that ...giving himself a title would have felt arrogant...though he had to concede there was a certain irony in his reaction. He was arrogant. At least that part of him that needed to claim, own, possess, control was arrogant.
"What do you want to call me?" Jinki asked in turn, dragging his eyes back to Taemin's sensual expression.
The further they delved into this new world of theirs, the more it seemed that Taemin lived to entice him. Jinki felt a jolt when Taemin started licking his fingers slowly. Watching the lingering flick of Taemin's tongue had Jinki biting the inside of his cheek and trying to ignore the matching twitch in his pants.
"Stop it," Jinki ordered, reaching over and pulling Taemin's fingers from his mouth. "Little tease," he muttered.
"Am I?" Taemin asked softly. His head was tipped up, dark red hair falling back against his neck, his eyes wide open and the expression in them heated.
"You know you are," Jinki answered, eyes narrowing on the look on Taemin's face. He knew that look now, the expression that said something that was going on between them, something that had been spoken stirred the other man. He hesitated only a few moments, shifting in his chair.
"Such a little tease. Such a slut for me," he drawled slowly, his tongue almost burning at calling Taemin a slut. The twitch in his pants was turning into a hard pulse and his breath caught in his throat.
"Jinki..." Taemin purred the word, leaning back in his chair and eyes drooping closed.
"Talk to me Taemin," Jinki insisted. "You like being my pretty slut, hmm?"
By now he knew he had to demand that Taemin verbalize. His lover had a tendency to go mute with yielding passion. Jinki licked his lips, all of his attention on Taemin's every little breath and motion.
"God, Jinki...makes me so hot...don't you know...I'd do anything for you...anything...want you so bad...all the time..." Taemin's reply was dreamy, laced with throaty heat and hesitation. Jinki watched the slender hips move, Taemin's whole body portraying wanton pleasure and desire. He reached out and caught Taemin's wrist just before his hand pressed against the arousal showing beneath his jeans.
"Mine," Jinki breathed. "My cock hungry slut." He could hardly stand what saying these things and watching Taemin's response to them did to him. He was fully hard now, burning alive with suppressed need.
"Oh God," Taemin replied, almost whimpering. "Yesss...yes," he answered.
Jinki closed his eyes a moment, gathering his self-control around him. He was hungry, so hungry in direct proportion to Taemin's voluptuous need. Nothing would please him more than to pin Taemin's body to the bed and fuck him very, very slowly until he was sobbing for more, driving both of them insane until finally he let them both explode. He opened his eyes again and leaned forward, kissing Taemin's flushed cheek.
"Soon," he promised and hugged Taemin to him when the other immediately wrapped himself around him.
Which brings him, somehow, to now. He supposes he shouldn't really be surprised that Key has stepped in and made his own idea of arrangements. Between Key's own love for Taemin and his need to be involved in everything in their little pseudo family - in a way, Jinki feels almost guilty. If this were anything like a mainstream situation, Kibum would have been hip deep in wedding arrangements by now.
Jinki sighs a little and pushes the thought away to focus on the important things; the most important of all being he and Taemin and the fact that due to Key's orchestration - the two of them would be alone in the apartment that made up their dorm. Jjong is scheduled to be gone on undisclosed errands that put a smirk on his face when he walked out the door. Minho and Key are visiting Key's family for the weekend and Jinki grins as he wonders if Minho is really ready for Key, in any sense whatsoever.
Jinki looks up again and sees Minho staring straight at him, a questioning and even perplexed look on his face. Feeling that blush again, Jinki shifts a little uncomfortably.
"Taemin likes leather," Jinki explains into the silence. He's not sure exactly what's making him open his mouth and most likely starting a conversation neither he nor Minho actually want. The silence is stifling, however, and there's a look in Minho's eyes that hurts to examine too closely.
"I know, hyung," Minho says, nodding to show he's paying attention. He looks down at his own hands again and then back up at Jinki.
"So, you...I mean...," Minho stutters then falls to a halt again.
Jinki leans forward and touches Minho's arm in a gesture to invite the other man to speak his mind. Now is as good a time as any and if they can't each have their say freely to each other in private then their family, odd as it may be, and SHINee as a whole are doomed in one way or another.
"Are you worried about Taemin?" Jinki asks, sitting back again and waiting for Minho to speak.
"Since almost the first time I saw you two together...I knew that...fate...destiny, whatever we call these things, had put you two together." Minho speaks slowly, raising his head in that way he has that commands attention even when he's being quiet.
"When you told us all that you and Taemin loved each other, really loved each other, I knew that for you the fact you both were male was immaterial to the fact that you loved Taemin. I think he feels the same way." Minho is talking slowly, as if unwinding the words very carefully to keep them from spilling out too quickly.
Jinki just nods, brows lifted a little to give Minho the cue that he's still listening, still interested. "I think so, yes," he murmurs as Minho looks at him seriously.
"If I'd been asked five years, ten years ago...would I be in a passionate love relationship with a person who happens to be male....I'm pretty sure I would have been looking for the hidden camera," Jinki admits quietly. "Taemin just...is everything to me."
"I understand that. Or I thought I did," Minho answers, running a big hand through his dark hair and then tipping his head forward as if he has a crick in his neck. "Now you're into something I don't understand at all...and when Taemin tries to talk about it, and it's clear he's happy and excited about it..."
"Do you really think I would ever do anything to hurt Taemin?" Jinki asks, interrupting Minho simply because watching the younger man struggle to find the right words is painful.
Minho looks up and sighs, shaking his head. "Hyung, I think you'd stand in front of an on-coming truck without a second thought if you believed you could save Taemin's life by doing it. I just don't ...I don't understand what you're doing and it scares me for both of you."
Jinki smiles a little. "You know that's my job, right? The worrying thing? The being scared for everyone else?" He stands up then, but only so he can embrace Minho, giving him a quick but hard hug.
"I don't think I can explain this to you," he says against Minho's shoulder. "Except to say, this is another level of intimacy for us. For us it feels closer. And closer is ...I want that."
He's relieved when Minho hugs him back, hard enough almost to leave bruises. "I've always trusted you, hyung," Minho says. "I'm not gonna stop now."
They pull apart after a few moments with some throat clearing and sheepish glances just in time to turn to Key when he comes out of the bedroom with his backpack ready. He's dressed simply for the cold weather in jeans and sweater and a rakishly tilted fedora.
"Taemin will be out in a minute," he informs Jinki with an expression on his face that can only be called smug. "After we leave."
Key goes around the table to tug at Minho's arm in a not so subtle hint that they need to leave. "You ready?" he asks, glancing up at the taller man's face and letting his slim fingers rest on the curve of Minho's elbow.
"I think so, yeah," Minho answers, picking up his own backpack and giving Jinki a smile.
Jinki bows to them and smiles. "Thanks...for giving us this space...and for bribing our managers into this little break." he says, partly joking and partly serious.
"Oh anything for true love," Key says breezily as he one armed hugs Jinki and then tugs Minho towards the door.
"C'mon we're out of here." Minho only shrugs and smiles and lets himself be led out the door.
In a few moments, the apartment is empty except for himself and Taemin.
Jinki takes a deep breath and glances around him, leaving the kitchen to pace around the living area a bit instead. He feels nervous like this is a first performance and tries to calm the butterflies in his stomach.
"Taemin?" he calls. "We're alone now." Just in case Taemin wasn't sure of that fact...by now, Jinki is dying to see what on earth Key's theatrical streak has cooked up this time.
. . . . .
In the bedroom, Taemin takes one more look at himself in the full length mirror mounted on the back of Key's closet door. He's not really worried about whether or not Jinki likes his appearance...it's more just...everything. Nevertheless...something in him is absolutely hungry...starving for another experience like the one that started Jinki and himself down this path. Taemin can't see himself turning back from this.
With that in mind, he opens the bedroom door and steps out into the hallway, padding along the hardwood floor in bare feet with a soft jingling sound.
He's wearing well...the shirt he's wearing used to be a rather plain and simple button up made of soft silky fabric. Until the sleeves were slashed and fine weave fishnet was inserted to make them loose and flowing. The folds of the shirt have been similary treated so that the whole thing flutters around him in a graceful manner, tending to slip off one shoulder when he moves. The pants are skin tight, softer than leather and with a polished sheen. Key looped a long silky fringed scarf around his neck and fastened a belled ankle bracelet around one ankle. Taemin isn't sure how he feels about the outfit. It's better than most of his stage ensembles and certainly no worse...except for the bare feet yet this feels much more sexually charged than anything he's ever worn on stage.
He steps out into the warm light of the living area and then doesn't know what to do with himself in the face of Jinki's incandescent stare. He blinks several times and feels a wave of heat surge through him, so intense it leaves him with his toes curled against the floor boards. Taemin tips his head to one side and peeks at Jinki from beneath his lashes. He licks his lips simply because Jinki in dark leather and kohled eyes makes his mouth go bone dry.
"Hi," he says quietly and smiles.
. . . .
Taemin is...Taemin is...Jinki's brain fails to find a decent description for what Taemin is right now. He stares, drinking in everything from Taemin's sleek red strands playing coyly around his face and shoulders, the beautiful face accentuated with just a touch of expertly applied cosmetics. But then his gaze drops helplessly to the smooth pale shoulder revealed by Taemin's garment and the tantalizing peeks of more skin revealed by fishnet down to the polished slick fabric of his pants clinging tightly to muscular thighs and calves til finally his eyes drop to Taemin's small bare feet.
"Walking aphrodisiac," Jinki mutters, running a hand along the back of his neck. He can't take his eyes off of Taemin, even while surely half the blood in his system ends up in his groin from the nearly instantaneous erection he gets from just staring at his lover.
"If that's what you want," Taemin murmurs, stepping a little closer to Jinki with lithe movements.
Jinki doesn't know how it happens, but he's suddenly holding Taemin pressed against the wall with his body, thigh pressed firm between Taemin's long legs. "I want...so much," Jinki answers, hands braced on either side of Taemin's body and lips hovering somewhere near that bare shoulder. He can't seem to decide where to start.
"Oh, God," Taemin gasps, arching instantly into the weight and pressure of Jinki's lower body against his. He can feel his lover's breath on his bare skin, feel the hard delectable line of Jinki's erection against his hip and his senses quiver with reaction. "Jinki..." he breathes.
"How do you do this to me?" Jinki asks, forcing his hand to move slowly along the line of Taemin's waist and hip, heading for the outside sleek muscle of the younger man's thigh. "You look so...fuckable," he says, and lets his tongue finally trail against Taemin's shoulder. The skin tastes sweet and clean and Taemin.
Taemin has to try to focus to form words. Jinki has him burning up just with his mere presense, his mere appearance. He hears Jinki through a roaring in his ears and swallows hard. "Not doing...anything," he answers. Jinki's tongue on his skin leaves a cool burning in its wake and he hitches himself against Jinki's weight.
"Oh but you are baby, you definitely are." Jinki pulls back then, though it's difficult to do when he's half mad to taste more of Taemin.
He forces himself to take several paces away, never taking his eyes off the slim seductive figure of his boyfriend. Jinki pauses then, taking a deep breath that helps to ground him in the situation.
"I love you," he says simply.
Taemin wants to whine and stomp his feet like a child when Jinki pulls away. The loss of contact, pressure, heat, warmth and everything that is Jinki's being against him seems far too abrupt and painful. He pouts a little, making no effort to hide it as he peels himself off the wall and takes a step or two to follow Jinki.
"I love you too," he answers immediately, tossing his hair back and giving his boyfriend an unabashedly smoldering look from beneath darkened lashes.
Jinki's lips twitch a little when he catches the little thrust of lips outwards in Taemin's petulant expression. He pauses just a moment to consider and then lifting his hand so that Taemin can see it clearly out in front of him, he snaps his fingers and gestures downwards. They had talked about this before but he's not sure that Taemin will remember or that he will respond when he's feeling pouty.
Taemin pauses mid step at the sharp clear sound of Jinki's fingers snapping. His eyes widen and he almost can't believe that Jinki actually did it, especially when accompanied by the gesture - an obvious if silent demand for obedience. The moment seems to crystallize and Taemin feels dizzy, dropping gracefully to his knees with a soft jingle.
"Oh my God," Taemin breathes, trying to concentrate around the heat and need and dizzy desire to obey Jinki's slightest wish. He's sucking in air faster, deeper, and then before he can think, if he even is capable of thinking at this point, Taemin slinks to all fours with easy catlike fluidity.
Jinki bites the inside of his cheek to keep from echoing Taemin's words. The rush of power he feels mingles with an equal wave of intense protectiveness so that he loses just a moment in the ferocity of his own reactions. When he focuses his attention on Taemin, his beautiful boy is fucking crawling to him. He strangles something that wants to be a whimper deep in his chest and finds himself opening and closing his palms at his sides against the rampant desire to touch and claim seething in his nerves and bones.
Taemin could almost purr. He doesn't need to look up to know that Jinki's attention is fixed solely and completely on him as he places each hand and knee just so along the hard wood floor. The slick material of his pants slides easily so he has no trouble moving in the slinky way he wants to and only stops when he sees the toes of Jinki's boots in front of him. He feels as if he's flying and deep sea diving all at the same time and the sensation is both amazing and frightening but Taemin doesn't let that stop him as he straightens up on his knees. A practiced jerk of his head flips his hair out of his face and he arches his back slightly and peeks up at Jinki through his demurely lowered lashes.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Jinki thinks the word again and again in simple fully separated thoughts. He wants to reach out and grab something to stabilise him as he watches Taemin cross the few meters of space between them. He's sure he's never seen anything quite so erotic in his entire life. Once Taemin is at his feet...Jesus, AT HIS FEET... he needs every bit of self control he owns not to ravage the luscious creature before him in every conceivable way.
"Lovely," he hears himself say huskily and reaches a hand out to dust his fingers through Taemin's silky hair. "Is there something that you wanted?" Jinki asks expectantly.
There's a box in his jacket pocket suddenly burning a hole in his pocket and his mind fills with wanting to get the simple curve of metal around Taemin's pale throat. He tilts his head to one side, shifting his weight in an unspoken demand for attention though Taemin's dark eyes are already pinned on him with an unwavering regard.
Taemin shivers all the way down to his bare toes between Jinki's deep voice and that one word of praise and the feel of his fingertips sifting through Taemin's hair. He wants to whimper, lean up and lick those fingers and somewhere far back in a corner of his mind he's surprised at his own passionately needy responses. But that is buried beneath everything else and he lets his lips part simply to suck more air into his lungs.
"Yes...oh yes...please, Jinki," he answers, helplessly burning and as achingly intense as that feeling is, Taemin loves it. He blinks wide eyed up at Jinki who seems taller, darker, infinitely powerful and everything Taemin needs in this life.
Jinki bites his cheek again, a strong hard pulse against leather reminding him of just how erotic every second of this feels to him. He slips his hand down the side of Taemin's flushed cheek and lets his thumb caress the full pout of his boy's lower lip before he reluctantly pulls his touch back.
"We've talked about this, Taemin," he announces as calmly as he can manage when three fourths of his being wants nothing more than to touch and caress every inch of Taemin's body. "If I give this to you, it means you belong to me. You'll obey me, first and foremost, above all others. In return, it is my responsiblity to care for you, protect you, and please you when it suits me." He feels a hard shiver slam through him as he speaks. This feels enormous and yet so perfect. He tries to breathe around the raw desire to possess Taemin that he feels but it's almost impossible.
Shakily, Jinki slips the small box out of his jacket pocket and opens it. He gazes down at the slim circlet of metal for a few long seconds, one thumb caressing the polished surfaces before he turns it around so that Taemin can see it.
"I chose this for you. So you can wear it while performing without anyone questioning it," he explains.
"You can say yes...or no, Taemin. If you say yes,...you'll obey me or safeword with discussion afterwards. If you say no, this stops." Jinki speaks very clearly, holding Taemin's gaze. He wants there to be no question of his expectations on this matter, despite their discussions over the last few weeks.
Taemin forces himself not to squirm, not to throw himself at Jinki and beg him just to collar him already. He makes himself pay attention to each word as Jinki speaks it rather than only concentrating on the shape of Jinki's mouth and how badly he wants that mouth all over his burning body. It brings him partly out of the dizzy sinking space to think this hard but Taemin suspects that's not a bad thing.
The truth is though, even though Taemin knows himself well enough to know that he'll test Jinki's resolve to be obeyed just to see where the boundaries truly are and that there's a part of him that will actually relish finding himself on the sharp edge of Jinki's displeasure...he can't imagine not wanting this with every fiber of his being. To belong to this man he loves so much, truly belong in a bond so intimate and necessary. He bites his lip to hold back a little aroused whimper and only lifts his hands palm up in a pleading gesture.
"Yes...Jinki, yes. I want to be yours." Taemin makes himself speak, his voice a strangled whisper but audible nonetheless.
Jinki feels tears spring to his eyes as he looks down at Taemin's face, his upturned palms. Without speaking, he slips the slim circlet from the box and pushes the box back into his pocket. He pauses for a few moments, holding the piece of jewelry that will serve as the external symbol of their connection. A quick but heartfelt prayer is breathed to heaven and he gently places the collar around Taemin's pale throat.
"Mine," Jinki says roughly.
During RDD period, Taemin repeatedly wore a choker that looks like this.
Taemin's collar in this story looks like this.
