Video Games NC17
Title: House of Eros - Stardust - Video Games
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 4867
Genre: AU/Romance/Fluff/Sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: FUTUREFIC for this Series. Onew is away on a business trip, so he and Taemin contrive some long distance sexy times.
Disclaimer of Doom
Note: Both Taemin and Onew are adults in this fic. For purposes of background, this is an AU in which both Onew and Taemin and many others are members of a bdsm called House of Eros. Neither of them are Pop stars. Taemin is a college student and Onew is an Opera star. This fic can be read independently of other chapters and this fic is a standalone not in chapter sequence. Taemin's outfit looks like this.
Warning: Cross Dressing (for Taemin), Role Playing, Use of Sex Toys, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Phone/Video sex
See previous chapters of Stardust - House of Eros Here.
I hereby blame the excellent writers listed here of genderswap or girl!SHINee or variations thereof. You all put this idea into my head and I couldn't rest til I wrote it. I hope you like it. *g* stjoan4eva, konstantlullaby and wynnetimate <3333
Onew had arrived in Tokyo in time to check into his room at that area's local Eros club, have a light dinner and see some friends. He was there to participate in some delicate negotiations regarding a new Opera production he was thinking to both invest in and to star in. Taemin, due to other commitments had remained at home. However, a little ingenuity and some deviant imagination had led them to pre-plan a little something new over the long distance between them.
Stripping off his suit jacket when he arrived back in his room, Onew draped it over a chair. Loosening his tie and pulling it free as well, he walked into the second part of the small sized suite. There was nothing in there except a large comfortable reclining chair, a table with a pitcher of water and glasses, a towel stand, a wall sized flat screen television and a smallish camera mounted above the television. There was one more thing, a telephone. He smiled to himself and felt a shiver ripple over his muscles and flesh, filling him with heat and anticipation as well as love for his boy.
A smile lit his face as he settled into the chair, flicked on the television set which at the moment gave him nothing but himself on feed back loop. Picking up the ear piece with deft motions of his fingertips, he fitted it into his ear. He made a note at that point to send a hefty tip in DongHae's care - the other man as the final word for this little kindgom of decadence would probably be most happy to dole out little extras where and as it seemed appropriate. Setting this up had taken a lot of effort from quite a few people and Onew was pleased at how well things seemed arranged on his end. He thought wistfully of his boy, his Taemin, his beloved and sighed. Another time they would take trips together, Onew told himself.
.....
Taemin was an anxious young man well before time. He'd skipped his last two lectures because there was no way he could concentrate any longer. At least it wasn't dance practice or labs or voice lessons he was skipping. He'd done that once. Maestro had not been pleased. His heart skipped and flipped over in his chest just thinking about the man he called Maestro most of the time, sometimes Onew and very infrequently, Jinki. Onew had become everything to him; which was only one of the reasons he was so anxious to please this particular evening.
He'd met the ever fabulous and Almighty Key with his new boyfriend Minho at the Eros salon with nothing but anxiety and gratitude.
As he'd said helplessly on the phone to the older man, "I know what I want to look like for him, I just don't know how to get it."
Upon meeting, there had been a few moments of extravagant compliments and warm hugs before they got down to the business of making Taemin beautiful.
Or as Key corrected with a little jerk of his head, "Taemin is already beautiful. He wants to be more beautiful, s'il vous plait!"
Taemin had been fascinated by all the little tricks and tweaks at the salon, all the small and not so small cosmetic effects that had left him here, led him to now. Staring into the mirror, he was poignantly reminded of his collaring ceremony over a year before. In a way, this was another step forward. They'd certainly talked about trying some of the things planned for this evening, but until now, Taemin still hadn't been sure he could possibly fool the eye that much.
Now, he was convinced. He saw a woman staring back at him in the mirror. Her long auburn hair was shiny and richly toned, softly curled and pulled back off her face then secured with a pair of ivory handled hair sticks. It fell a considerably longer way down her back than Taemin remembered his falling, almost to her waist when he turned sideways and stared some more. She looked...flirty, coquettish, and yet innocent, Taemin decided, and felt a hot tingle slither through his insides to coil deep and tight around his senses. Her big brown eyes were rimmed in eyeliner, smokily smudged to make them look still larger. She was wearing only lip gloss, a soft coat of a rosy pink that made the contours of his mouth...her mouth...hell... whatever, those lips were pouty and sexy even when she batted her eyes in a way that was only half a step from demure.
Long coltish limbs were shapely and bare between the thigh brushing hem of her cream colored crocheted sundress and the high heeled shoes she wore. She was wearing a strip of leather around her slim pale throat, adorned with a fortune in diamonds. Pearls dripped from one languid wrist and the opposite lissome ankle. The fact that she seemed almost flat chested didn't detract from her charms at all; she had that young fashion model look, dewy and enticing. Under the dress Taemin was wearing only a pair of silk and lace panties, tight fitting enough to keep his already pulsing cock constrained. He leaned over a chair and spent a breathless few moments, just a little time preparing himself liberally, panties around his knees, gasping a little both from the position, and thinking of his Maestro, and the feel of his fingers within his heated body. Oddly, it was the decadent images of a girlish figure bent over that he glimpses in a mirror that sent a hot flush over his cheeks and neck.
Finally, biting the inside of his cheek as he'd seen Onew do a hundred times at least instead of ruining his lip gloss, he slipped a slimmish vibrating plug inside himself. In the silence of their shared suite at Eros, his quiet groan was loud and hungry.
He wiped his hands on a damp cloth carefully before rearranging his clothes back into place. Taking the few steps it took him to get him into the audio visual room and sitting down carefully in the big chair took more effort than he'd expected. Taemin thought half-laughing, half-moaning that he was walking just like he'd seen girls mincing about in their heels.
Still, once he was settled with his legs demurely crossed and tilted a bit sideways, he could only smile with anticipation. He knew he'd be an exhausted mess later this evening. A happy exhausted mess, until he hung up at least. He flicked on the television with manicured nails and fitted the earpiece into his ear. He also pressed a small remote control like object to on and set it aside. Nothing much seemed to happen, at least not yet. Now all he had to do was wait.
Taemin took a sip of water and willed the minute hand to sweep around to 12. Meanwhile, he turned his mind to his role and tried not to squirm.
......
Onew watched the clock like a hawk. He'd gotten just enough teasing texts from Key to know that Taemin must have worked very hard on his look for this evening and that set his mind spinning in all kinds of directions, - trying to imagine what Taemin might look like. Anticipation was eating him up inside, along with a heathy, fierce dose of passion and need and yes even loneliness. He missed Taemin, already, even though he'd kissed his boy goodbye only that morning.
When the clock snapped to the hour, Onew dialed a number on speed dial. It rang just once before a soft, breathless little voice answered. As the voice reached his ears, Onew turned his gaze to the screen in sharp desire.
"H-hello?" the voice said. At that moment, the picture on his television changed to reveal his very familiar a/v room and someone who was both like and unlike the young man he loved with all his heart.
Remembering the "script" for the evening, Onew spoke a little sharply. "Who is this? Have I got a wrong number? What's your name? DongHae gave me this number!" Each phrase was demanding, staccato, the quick interrogation intended to stir and push at the senses of the other.
"I'm...that's right," the voice, the girl answered with a shy little pause. "I'm Taeyeon...I'm new here but I...I know DongHae."
Taemin was sinking into his role too, bit by bit, and he shrank a little more into the chair that was too large for him, hitching his knee up a bit higher over the opposite one. He turned his head to take a quick peek of his handsome Maestro in the television then looked away again, letting his hair fall forward to partially veil his face.
"That's better," Onew replied. He still sounded impatient but perhaps not as much as before. His gaze swept over Taemin's form hungrily, amazement and pride sweeping everything else away for a moment. It seemed that his boy didn't only have talents in singing and dancing. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Sit up straight! Taeyeon did you say? I can't see you this way, sit up straight."
"Yes...Yes, okay Sir," Taeyeon stuttered, turning around to face the television and camera with both feet flat on the floor and thighs pressed tightly together. She slowly lifted her head as well, until her face was plainly visible and her wide dark eyes blinked over and over again nervously. Her long fingered little hands clutched at the arms of the chair while she waited for his inspection.
Delicious, Onew thought with a renewed flicker of heat rising. Taemin was playing the role to the hilt and the pouty lips and body language were perfect. He made a show out of the inspection, giving nothing away by his expression. Finally he made an imperious gesture with one hand.
"Stand up! Turn around slowly. You're a bit too thin for my tastes but you do have lovely hair," he said, his tone suggesting he might just barely be happy with what he saw. He kept his face in stern lines, resisting the impulse to lick his lips and ogle the pretty creature on his private television scren.
Taeyeon clutched tighter at the chair arms as the way the stranger spoke to her, seemed to look at her made her stomach do flip flops. His eyes were dark and hard and absolutely insistent. He was very attractive, she could see that much, but his whole body seemed one solid block of steel in his seat. She bit her lip at the sharp command, and hurried to rise out of her own chair.
The movement made the toy inside her shift just a little, provoking a tiny mewl which she quickly swallowed. Heels shuffling a bit on the carpeting, she revolved slowly in a circle, blushing rosily at the awareness that this man was inspecting her. Inside the role, Taemin was burning up, almost high with excitement and slightly dizzy already.
Every sharp hissed order seemed to send a new stab of flame through his insides, making his senses throb. The manner was unlike Onew's usual behavior and yet it was his Maestro there just the same and that took the edge of playful fear and made it intensely sensual instead.
Onew suppressed a secret smile when he heard that hitch in Taemin's breathing, that tiny little sound as he moved. He had all he could do to keep from smiling and heaping praise on his boy; Taemin was doing so well with the game. It was time to up the ante a little more. He knew Taemin well enough to read the flutter of his lashes and the purse of his lips easily.
"Bend over one of the arms of the chair. Pull your dress up. Show me your ass." Onew ordered roughly.
His voice was less harsh now but the insistence was still heavy in his tone. As he spoke, he slouched down a little more comfortably in his seat and let his fingertips lightly stroke over his still trouser clad erection. The touch was more like casual petting than with intention, yet.
Onew's free hand reached for an object in his pocket and pressed a button. He watched Taemin jump as the vibrator suddenly came on at a low but insistent pulse. Things are going to get so much harder for poor little Taeyeon, Onew thought.
Taeyeon gasped softly. standing up and shooting a swift glance at the television screen where she couldn't help but notice that the stranger was already touching himself. She ran her tongue over her teeth and tried to tear her sidelong gaze away from the evidence that the man's cock was very, very large. She swallowed something like a whimper as she yanked her gaze away.
Her skin felt on fire with blushing. She was here because she liked being looked at, liked looking, liked being told how and when to touch. But, oh the knowledge of her own excitement and the stranger's on the screen was frightening, and almost painfully sexy.
Hesitantly, she did as she was told, turning the chair so that her back would face the screen and camera when she bent over. She moved as slowly as she dared, and then jumped as the vibrator suddenly started an insistent hum inside her. She bit her lip against a suffocated pleasureable whine and reached behind her to pull her dress up her back. Her panties by no means covered the round curves of her bottom, leaving them quite on display for the man on the screen and in her ear.
Onew sat forward, reaching for the device that would control the camera on Taemin, zooming in with a low voice and wordless huff of approval. "Nice, very nice," he said more loudly, wickedly pleased when his playmate jumped again. "It's a crime to hide that under that dress, you know." Onew didn't expect an answer or get one, leaning back again and letting the camera return to its previous focal point. While Taemin wasn't looking, trying instead to adjust to the firm intruder now buzzing inside him, he curved a wicked grin.
"You can sit down now," he continued casually, reaching to sip from a water glass and straightening his expression as he watched the very flustered and yet very aroused Taemin/Taeyeon settle carefully back into the chair.
"Hands on the arms, pretty girl," he added firmly when she started to fold them again primly in her lap. "I'll tell you what I want touched and when."
"Oh...Oh...right, yes, Sir." Stuttering and peeking up at the man from beneath long lashes, Taeyeon pressed her thighs tight together. The vibrator was a wanton thing, pulsing and pulsing in her body. She could hardly think around the sensations it was creating, as well as the heated way the man was looking at her, making her dress start to stick to her with perspiration.
Taemin already wanted to tear his clothes off and beg his Maestro to give him something to do, anything. He could hardly believe how hard this was making him, between the way he looked, the game they were playing, the vibrator. Taemin whined breathlessly behind his teeth. He could feel the hot droplets of sticky pre-come dampening his panties as they slipped from his captive cock. He couldn't stop watching the way Onew's wide palm kept stroking slow and steady along his still clothed cock. There was something so suggestive about it despite the apparrent decorum of it, making him still hotter.
"You really are new, aren't you?" Onew asked, seeming a bit more calm than he had earlier. "I bet that vibe that's in you was a surprise, hmm? I turned it on just now. You jumped so sweetly." As he speaks, Onew's eyes never stopped wandering over his "victim."
He was familiar enough with Taemin's responses to see that he is starting to sweat and dying to squirm. "Are those panties wet yet?" he asked more sharply. It appeared that the "client" enjoyed startling the girl.
Onew spread his legs wider, letting Taemin see how hard he was, an obvious bulge somewhat ruining the line of his tailored trousers. He stroked himself a bit harder, making a small approving noise in the process. His zipper was loosened but he hadn't reached inside, not yet.
"Oh...oh...you know about that? You did that?" Taeyeon squeaked and thought her flush must be down to her knees by now. She couldn't help rolling her hips a little bit, feeling the vibrating toy shift inside her and making her tingle heatedly almost to the tips of her toes and fingers.
It only made her want to do it again and she couldn't do that, so her fingertips tightened on the arms of the chair to keep herself still.
Taemin wanted to laugh and purr and suck his Maestro's beautiful hard cock so much it burned his lips. "That wasn't very nice," he pouted, as Taeyeon. He looked a little away from the camera and wondered briefly if he was going to survive this night after all. He was already so overheated and Onew didn't have to act to be demanding and Taemin loved the way he demanded. "I...I...that's private," he answered to the last part of the question he was asked.
Onew removed the vibrator control from his pocket and lifted it, showing Taemin plainly that he was flicking it up to a much higher setting as punishment for Taeyeon's answer. He waited, watching the girl in the chair on his screen whimper and squirm for a full minute before he returned it to its previous low hum. She was panting by that time, and fell back in the chair with a low protestng sound.
"Nothing is private right now, pretty girl. I ask, you obey. That's it. That's all. Now, even though I know they are now by the way you were just mewling for me, answer the question. Are those panties wet yet?" Onew sat forward in his seat, his gaze hard and implacable. The client was making sure he got what he wanted one way or another.
He'd never quite realized before how voluptuous and tantalizing it could be to watch his submissive like this. Before now, Onew had made a point of being right there, every moment. Now, he was here with Taemin and yet utterly out of reach. A pretty paradox that had his pulse beating hard in his cock and his palms and soles, caught in the same coils as his boy.
Taeyeon tilted her head back against the chair cushions and stared into the camera. Her cheeks were flushed and damp and her lips were bitten, with most of the gloss now gone. Wide eyes were a little glassy and helpless looking. She lifted her hips a tiny bit up from the chair seat as she answered.
"Yesss...Sir. I'm...yes, Sir," she slurred obediently.
"You want to come, Taeyeon?" Onew asked, using his commanding voice and his stare to pull back Taemin's slowly turning inward attention. He let his lips curve in a slow approving smile when Taemin's eyes snapped back to the camera fully.
"Yes....yes, Sir," came the answer and by now it seemed as if the role and Taemin's natural submissive tendencies were twined together for the moment.
"Good girl," Onew said, voice and manner cooler just a little. "Are you obedient?" he persisted, reaching for the glass of water at his elbow and taking a sip.
"I...I..." Taemin wasn't sure how much more of this he could handle and he no longer was examining details such as pronouns. His mind was far more interested in each nuance of Onew's voice, in the slow seemingly never ending stroke of that powerful hand against the titillating bulge in Onew's trousers. He was drunk on the vibrator's constant buzz, keeping him one step from mindlessly erupting.
"Yes, Sir..." he finally breathed, staring at the camera with such a look of seductive temptation that Onew groaned low in his chest.
"That's what I like, pretty girl. Now, I want you to slide those panties off for me, without standing up, and without pulling your dress up. Don't lose the vibrator either, if you want to come for me,"
Having given his instructions, Onew leaned back in his seat, finally pushing his zipper down fully to let cooler air touch his full, heavy, cock. He was at a point that just watching Taemin was feverishly erotic. The flush in his boy's cheeks, the frantic want in those dark, dark eyes, heavy with lashes. He loved every tremor of long limbs and slender fingers. Every frustrated little whine and soft cry as Taemin maneuvered the wet scrap of satin and lace off of his hips and down his legs, finally slipping out of it with a gasp was pleasurable to watch and had Onew gripping the chair arm with a white knuckled grip from time to time.
"Feel good, pretty girl?" he demanded sharply when Taemin finally collapsed into the leather chair again, mission accomplished.
"I could just push that dress out of my way and be inside you, right now. And you're so wet for it, for me, aren't you Taeyeon?"
Taemin moaned, licking his lips, and gazing at Onew, his lids heavy and pupils blown. He could see his Maestro's cock now, and just looking at the man he loved, who claimed him, half naked and seductively disheveled made him want to crawl to him. Sense memory sent a shudder through his taut frame in response to his privileged view of the other man.
"Oh yes...I'm...I'm ready for you, Sir," he breathed. "Very, very..."
"Mmmmm...I like that. Now, I want you to put a hand inside your dress. Pinch your nipple for me, just a bit at first."
Onew was breathing in harder, more labored pulls. He forced himself to keep it measured, keep it under control but it wasn't easy. Taemin kept giving, yielding, and every time he did, the heat and sweetness of it twisted Onew's passion that much more fiercely. He watched as Taemin's fingertips slid under the thin creamy cotton of his dress and gathered, pinched. Watched his flushed face tighten slightly as narrow hips swiveled.
"Ohhh...Ohhh, that feels..." Taeyeon let the phrase fade from off her lips. His lips. Wide eyes blinked slowly and slender arms and legs went tighter under the faint cover of the dress.
"Harder," Onew murmured, easing forward in the chair as if that could get him closer to Taemin, even slightly. "Look at me," he added, pulling Taemin's glassy gaze back to himself, at least via the camera.
"You're so beautiful," Onew said, watching with an avid, almost starving interest every move his boy made..
"Hurts...so nice," Taeyeon breathed. Focusing on his Maestro was almost too difficult; when the hot little pinches his nimble fingers were giving his nipples and all the rest of the overstimulation he felt was so fierce. And yet, some part of him almost didn't care if it ever stopped.
"One more time, pretty girl," Onew growled. He could see the way Taemin was trembling even via the camera. It was time to draw this to a close. He waited until Taemin keened sweetly to settle back in the chair.
"Good," he approved, letting his hand curve firmly around his aching length and barely containing the voluptuous gasp that filled his mouth at the fresh friction.
"Now, I want you to hook those long legs up over the chair arms. Spread out for me," The earlier harshness was gone from his tone; it had become husky and even a little coaxing.
"I want to see you open for me when you come," Onew added as Taemin began to shakily ease himself into the new position.
"Maestro," Taemin hissed pleadingly, hitching one leg at the knee over the right arm with a certain lack of coordination that was usually alien to him. At this point, he was shedding the game in the need for Onew, just...Onew.
"Want you so much," he added, shaking back his hair fretfully when the second leg was also draped over a chair arm. "Want you here....,"
"Define here, Taemin," Onew answered softly. He didn't really give Taemin a chance to form words. "Here, as in - I want you in me so fucking bad, Maestro - or as in, - I want you in this room watching me, driving me crazy like this, making me need you so much, Maestro- or something else entirely?" The words were a tease, calculated to prime Taemin that much more.
"Oh, God," Taemin whimpered, his senses seeming to flare with the words from Onew's beautiful mouth, panting hot pictures in his mind, reminding him of the pleasure Onew could grant him. His body arched as much as possible in the constraints of his position and Taemin shuddered heavily, feeling bound without a single rope or cuff. His gaze fastened on the quickening rhythm of Onew's hand on his delectably large, thick, beautiful erection and the rush of heat was enough to drag a little sob out of his throat.
"Please...can't wait...can't..." he muttered brokenly.
"Touch yourself for me," Onew answered instantly. "Slip your hand down between your legs and touch yourself, pretty girl."
It was twisting Onew in knots too now, the overlay of the pretty girl gone from shy to thoroughly wanton over Taemin's exquisitely responsive need. If he'd been there in the room, he knew he could never have waited this long to end the game. Not when Taemin looked and sounded so sweetly, desperately seductive. The pulse in his blood was thick and heavy now, flooding his senses with lust that was overtaking his self control. Watching Taemin's fingers slip under the dress, undoubtedly coil around his erection and making himself shudder with pleasure was almost unendurable to watch.
And that, in a way, was the point. His hand worked faster, and Onew groaned low and hoarse, letting his hips jerk roughly in tandem with the pulling strokes. He reached with his free hand to flick Taemin's vibrator to a higher setting.
"Come for me, Taemin," he ordered sharply.
Taemin was falling apart. There were tears of desire on his lashes, sweat on his skin and the heat within him should have burnt him to ashes by now. He couldn't think past watching Onew's hand on himself, past jerking his own cock almost roughly, past the glittering burn descending over him like a veil. Onew's voice seemed to echo through his dizzy brain and the spasms started so powerful, so deep that he couldn't even scream, just writhe and thrust against the air in a rage of ecstasy.
Every jerk almost hurt, soaking the fabric of the dress with fresh spatters of his release. He finally could wail his rapture after what seemed a million years of fiendish bliss, but by then Taimin's voice was nothing more than hoarse gasps for breath. He fell back against the support of the chair, quivering, sweat glistening and flagrantly stained.
Onew was quick to flick off the vibrator altogether and to press a button on the telephone that hundreds of miles away would summon the tenderest assistance that money and love could buy in his absence. Watching Taemin's ravishing convulsions had pulled forth his own as well, making him spill with a groaning cry of his beloved's name. He too panted for breath and sagged in his chair; but as ever, his priority was still Taemin.
"Piccolo stella,**" he said firmly, to summon Taemin's near fainting attention.
Taemin blinked, forcing heavy lids open to seek out Onew's face with his eyes. "Maestro," he slurred, so euphoric now that only Onew's voice could possibly have dragged his attention back to the present.
"Someone will be there shortly to help you," Onew instructed tenderly. "You're too weak to take care of what needs to be done. It will be a friendly face." He smiled slowly, a warm and loving smile for one person and one only.
"You have pleased me greatly, my Taemin," Onew said softly. "I love you."
Taemin's lips curved with a sweet smile. "I love you," he replied.
In a few moments, the door of the suite opened and Key swept in with his usual aplomb. He waved to the camera then began the process of helping Taemin up from the chair, removing the vibrator without so much as a flicker of an eyelid, then aiding the younger man in the direction of a hot bath.
Onew waited until Taemin and Key were gone from the room before finally hanging up. He would call his friend in a bit to be sure that all was well with his boy. A soft smile lit the older man's face as he too rose from his seat and made his way towards a shower of his own.
*Piccolo stella is Italian and means Little Star.
Pairing: Onew/Taemin
Length: 4867
Genre: AU/Romance/Fluff/Sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: FUTUREFIC for this Series. Onew is away on a business trip, so he and Taemin contrive some long distance sexy times.
Disclaimer of Doom
Note: Both Taemin and Onew are adults in this fic. For purposes of background, this is an AU in which both Onew and Taemin and many others are members of a bdsm called House of Eros. Neither of them are Pop stars. Taemin is a college student and Onew is an Opera star. This fic can be read independently of other chapters and this fic is a standalone not in chapter sequence. Taemin's outfit looks like this.
Warning: Cross Dressing (for Taemin), Role Playing, Use of Sex Toys, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Phone/Video sex
See previous chapters of Stardust - House of Eros Here.
I hereby blame the excellent writers listed here of genderswap or girl!SHINee or variations thereof. You all put this idea into my head and I couldn't rest til I wrote it. I hope you like it. *g* stjoan4eva, konstantlullaby and wynnetimate <3333
Onew had arrived in Tokyo in time to check into his room at that area's local Eros club, have a light dinner and see some friends. He was there to participate in some delicate negotiations regarding a new Opera production he was thinking to both invest in and to star in. Taemin, due to other commitments had remained at home. However, a little ingenuity and some deviant imagination had led them to pre-plan a little something new over the long distance between them.
Stripping off his suit jacket when he arrived back in his room, Onew draped it over a chair. Loosening his tie and pulling it free as well, he walked into the second part of the small sized suite. There was nothing in there except a large comfortable reclining chair, a table with a pitcher of water and glasses, a towel stand, a wall sized flat screen television and a smallish camera mounted above the television. There was one more thing, a telephone. He smiled to himself and felt a shiver ripple over his muscles and flesh, filling him with heat and anticipation as well as love for his boy.
A smile lit his face as he settled into the chair, flicked on the television set which at the moment gave him nothing but himself on feed back loop. Picking up the ear piece with deft motions of his fingertips, he fitted it into his ear. He made a note at that point to send a hefty tip in DongHae's care - the other man as the final word for this little kindgom of decadence would probably be most happy to dole out little extras where and as it seemed appropriate. Setting this up had taken a lot of effort from quite a few people and Onew was pleased at how well things seemed arranged on his end. He thought wistfully of his boy, his Taemin, his beloved and sighed. Another time they would take trips together, Onew told himself.
.....
Taemin was an anxious young man well before time. He'd skipped his last two lectures because there was no way he could concentrate any longer. At least it wasn't dance practice or labs or voice lessons he was skipping. He'd done that once. Maestro had not been pleased. His heart skipped and flipped over in his chest just thinking about the man he called Maestro most of the time, sometimes Onew and very infrequently, Jinki. Onew had become everything to him; which was only one of the reasons he was so anxious to please this particular evening.
He'd met the ever fabulous and Almighty Key with his new boyfriend Minho at the Eros salon with nothing but anxiety and gratitude.
As he'd said helplessly on the phone to the older man, "I know what I want to look like for him, I just don't know how to get it."
Upon meeting, there had been a few moments of extravagant compliments and warm hugs before they got down to the business of making Taemin beautiful.
Or as Key corrected with a little jerk of his head, "Taemin is already beautiful. He wants to be more beautiful, s'il vous plait!"
Taemin had been fascinated by all the little tricks and tweaks at the salon, all the small and not so small cosmetic effects that had left him here, led him to now. Staring into the mirror, he was poignantly reminded of his collaring ceremony over a year before. In a way, this was another step forward. They'd certainly talked about trying some of the things planned for this evening, but until now, Taemin still hadn't been sure he could possibly fool the eye that much.
Now, he was convinced. He saw a woman staring back at him in the mirror. Her long auburn hair was shiny and richly toned, softly curled and pulled back off her face then secured with a pair of ivory handled hair sticks. It fell a considerably longer way down her back than Taemin remembered his falling, almost to her waist when he turned sideways and stared some more. She looked...flirty, coquettish, and yet innocent, Taemin decided, and felt a hot tingle slither through his insides to coil deep and tight around his senses. Her big brown eyes were rimmed in eyeliner, smokily smudged to make them look still larger. She was wearing only lip gloss, a soft coat of a rosy pink that made the contours of his mouth...her mouth...hell... whatever, those lips were pouty and sexy even when she batted her eyes in a way that was only half a step from demure.
Long coltish limbs were shapely and bare between the thigh brushing hem of her cream colored crocheted sundress and the high heeled shoes she wore. She was wearing a strip of leather around her slim pale throat, adorned with a fortune in diamonds. Pearls dripped from one languid wrist and the opposite lissome ankle. The fact that she seemed almost flat chested didn't detract from her charms at all; she had that young fashion model look, dewy and enticing. Under the dress Taemin was wearing only a pair of silk and lace panties, tight fitting enough to keep his already pulsing cock constrained. He leaned over a chair and spent a breathless few moments, just a little time preparing himself liberally, panties around his knees, gasping a little both from the position, and thinking of his Maestro, and the feel of his fingers within his heated body. Oddly, it was the decadent images of a girlish figure bent over that he glimpses in a mirror that sent a hot flush over his cheeks and neck.
Finally, biting the inside of his cheek as he'd seen Onew do a hundred times at least instead of ruining his lip gloss, he slipped a slimmish vibrating plug inside himself. In the silence of their shared suite at Eros, his quiet groan was loud and hungry.
He wiped his hands on a damp cloth carefully before rearranging his clothes back into place. Taking the few steps it took him to get him into the audio visual room and sitting down carefully in the big chair took more effort than he'd expected. Taemin thought half-laughing, half-moaning that he was walking just like he'd seen girls mincing about in their heels.
Still, once he was settled with his legs demurely crossed and tilted a bit sideways, he could only smile with anticipation. He knew he'd be an exhausted mess later this evening. A happy exhausted mess, until he hung up at least. He flicked on the television with manicured nails and fitted the earpiece into his ear. He also pressed a small remote control like object to on and set it aside. Nothing much seemed to happen, at least not yet. Now all he had to do was wait.
Taemin took a sip of water and willed the minute hand to sweep around to 12. Meanwhile, he turned his mind to his role and tried not to squirm.
......
Onew watched the clock like a hawk. He'd gotten just enough teasing texts from Key to know that Taemin must have worked very hard on his look for this evening and that set his mind spinning in all kinds of directions, - trying to imagine what Taemin might look like. Anticipation was eating him up inside, along with a heathy, fierce dose of passion and need and yes even loneliness. He missed Taemin, already, even though he'd kissed his boy goodbye only that morning.
When the clock snapped to the hour, Onew dialed a number on speed dial. It rang just once before a soft, breathless little voice answered. As the voice reached his ears, Onew turned his gaze to the screen in sharp desire.
"H-hello?" the voice said. At that moment, the picture on his television changed to reveal his very familiar a/v room and someone who was both like and unlike the young man he loved with all his heart.
Remembering the "script" for the evening, Onew spoke a little sharply. "Who is this? Have I got a wrong number? What's your name? DongHae gave me this number!" Each phrase was demanding, staccato, the quick interrogation intended to stir and push at the senses of the other.
"I'm...that's right," the voice, the girl answered with a shy little pause. "I'm Taeyeon...I'm new here but I...I know DongHae."
Taemin was sinking into his role too, bit by bit, and he shrank a little more into the chair that was too large for him, hitching his knee up a bit higher over the opposite one. He turned his head to take a quick peek of his handsome Maestro in the television then looked away again, letting his hair fall forward to partially veil his face.
"That's better," Onew replied. He still sounded impatient but perhaps not as much as before. His gaze swept over Taemin's form hungrily, amazement and pride sweeping everything else away for a moment. It seemed that his boy didn't only have talents in singing and dancing. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
"Sit up straight! Taeyeon did you say? I can't see you this way, sit up straight."
"Yes...Yes, okay Sir," Taeyeon stuttered, turning around to face the television and camera with both feet flat on the floor and thighs pressed tightly together. She slowly lifted her head as well, until her face was plainly visible and her wide dark eyes blinked over and over again nervously. Her long fingered little hands clutched at the arms of the chair while she waited for his inspection.
Delicious, Onew thought with a renewed flicker of heat rising. Taemin was playing the role to the hilt and the pouty lips and body language were perfect. He made a show out of the inspection, giving nothing away by his expression. Finally he made an imperious gesture with one hand.
"Stand up! Turn around slowly. You're a bit too thin for my tastes but you do have lovely hair," he said, his tone suggesting he might just barely be happy with what he saw. He kept his face in stern lines, resisting the impulse to lick his lips and ogle the pretty creature on his private television scren.
Taeyeon clutched tighter at the chair arms as the way the stranger spoke to her, seemed to look at her made her stomach do flip flops. His eyes were dark and hard and absolutely insistent. He was very attractive, she could see that much, but his whole body seemed one solid block of steel in his seat. She bit her lip at the sharp command, and hurried to rise out of her own chair.
The movement made the toy inside her shift just a little, provoking a tiny mewl which she quickly swallowed. Heels shuffling a bit on the carpeting, she revolved slowly in a circle, blushing rosily at the awareness that this man was inspecting her. Inside the role, Taemin was burning up, almost high with excitement and slightly dizzy already.
Every sharp hissed order seemed to send a new stab of flame through his insides, making his senses throb. The manner was unlike Onew's usual behavior and yet it was his Maestro there just the same and that took the edge of playful fear and made it intensely sensual instead.
Onew suppressed a secret smile when he heard that hitch in Taemin's breathing, that tiny little sound as he moved. He had all he could do to keep from smiling and heaping praise on his boy; Taemin was doing so well with the game. It was time to up the ante a little more. He knew Taemin well enough to read the flutter of his lashes and the purse of his lips easily.
"Bend over one of the arms of the chair. Pull your dress up. Show me your ass." Onew ordered roughly.
His voice was less harsh now but the insistence was still heavy in his tone. As he spoke, he slouched down a little more comfortably in his seat and let his fingertips lightly stroke over his still trouser clad erection. The touch was more like casual petting than with intention, yet.
Onew's free hand reached for an object in his pocket and pressed a button. He watched Taemin jump as the vibrator suddenly came on at a low but insistent pulse. Things are going to get so much harder for poor little Taeyeon, Onew thought.
Taeyeon gasped softly. standing up and shooting a swift glance at the television screen where she couldn't help but notice that the stranger was already touching himself. She ran her tongue over her teeth and tried to tear her sidelong gaze away from the evidence that the man's cock was very, very large. She swallowed something like a whimper as she yanked her gaze away.
Her skin felt on fire with blushing. She was here because she liked being looked at, liked looking, liked being told how and when to touch. But, oh the knowledge of her own excitement and the stranger's on the screen was frightening, and almost painfully sexy.
Hesitantly, she did as she was told, turning the chair so that her back would face the screen and camera when she bent over. She moved as slowly as she dared, and then jumped as the vibrator suddenly started an insistent hum inside her. She bit her lip against a suffocated pleasureable whine and reached behind her to pull her dress up her back. Her panties by no means covered the round curves of her bottom, leaving them quite on display for the man on the screen and in her ear.
Onew sat forward, reaching for the device that would control the camera on Taemin, zooming in with a low voice and wordless huff of approval. "Nice, very nice," he said more loudly, wickedly pleased when his playmate jumped again. "It's a crime to hide that under that dress, you know." Onew didn't expect an answer or get one, leaning back again and letting the camera return to its previous focal point. While Taemin wasn't looking, trying instead to adjust to the firm intruder now buzzing inside him, he curved a wicked grin.
"You can sit down now," he continued casually, reaching to sip from a water glass and straightening his expression as he watched the very flustered and yet very aroused Taemin/Taeyeon settle carefully back into the chair.
"Hands on the arms, pretty girl," he added firmly when she started to fold them again primly in her lap. "I'll tell you what I want touched and when."
"Oh...Oh...right, yes, Sir." Stuttering and peeking up at the man from beneath long lashes, Taeyeon pressed her thighs tight together. The vibrator was a wanton thing, pulsing and pulsing in her body. She could hardly think around the sensations it was creating, as well as the heated way the man was looking at her, making her dress start to stick to her with perspiration.
Taemin already wanted to tear his clothes off and beg his Maestro to give him something to do, anything. He could hardly believe how hard this was making him, between the way he looked, the game they were playing, the vibrator. Taemin whined breathlessly behind his teeth. He could feel the hot droplets of sticky pre-come dampening his panties as they slipped from his captive cock. He couldn't stop watching the way Onew's wide palm kept stroking slow and steady along his still clothed cock. There was something so suggestive about it despite the apparrent decorum of it, making him still hotter.
"You really are new, aren't you?" Onew asked, seeming a bit more calm than he had earlier. "I bet that vibe that's in you was a surprise, hmm? I turned it on just now. You jumped so sweetly." As he speaks, Onew's eyes never stopped wandering over his "victim."
He was familiar enough with Taemin's responses to see that he is starting to sweat and dying to squirm. "Are those panties wet yet?" he asked more sharply. It appeared that the "client" enjoyed startling the girl.
Onew spread his legs wider, letting Taemin see how hard he was, an obvious bulge somewhat ruining the line of his tailored trousers. He stroked himself a bit harder, making a small approving noise in the process. His zipper was loosened but he hadn't reached inside, not yet.
"Oh...oh...you know about that? You did that?" Taeyeon squeaked and thought her flush must be down to her knees by now. She couldn't help rolling her hips a little bit, feeling the vibrating toy shift inside her and making her tingle heatedly almost to the tips of her toes and fingers.
It only made her want to do it again and she couldn't do that, so her fingertips tightened on the arms of the chair to keep herself still.
Taemin wanted to laugh and purr and suck his Maestro's beautiful hard cock so much it burned his lips. "That wasn't very nice," he pouted, as Taeyeon. He looked a little away from the camera and wondered briefly if he was going to survive this night after all. He was already so overheated and Onew didn't have to act to be demanding and Taemin loved the way he demanded. "I...I...that's private," he answered to the last part of the question he was asked.
Onew removed the vibrator control from his pocket and lifted it, showing Taemin plainly that he was flicking it up to a much higher setting as punishment for Taeyeon's answer. He waited, watching the girl in the chair on his screen whimper and squirm for a full minute before he returned it to its previous low hum. She was panting by that time, and fell back in the chair with a low protestng sound.
"Nothing is private right now, pretty girl. I ask, you obey. That's it. That's all. Now, even though I know they are now by the way you were just mewling for me, answer the question. Are those panties wet yet?" Onew sat forward in his seat, his gaze hard and implacable. The client was making sure he got what he wanted one way or another.
He'd never quite realized before how voluptuous and tantalizing it could be to watch his submissive like this. Before now, Onew had made a point of being right there, every moment. Now, he was here with Taemin and yet utterly out of reach. A pretty paradox that had his pulse beating hard in his cock and his palms and soles, caught in the same coils as his boy.
Taeyeon tilted her head back against the chair cushions and stared into the camera. Her cheeks were flushed and damp and her lips were bitten, with most of the gloss now gone. Wide eyes were a little glassy and helpless looking. She lifted her hips a tiny bit up from the chair seat as she answered.
"Yesss...Sir. I'm...yes, Sir," she slurred obediently.
"You want to come, Taeyeon?" Onew asked, using his commanding voice and his stare to pull back Taemin's slowly turning inward attention. He let his lips curve in a slow approving smile when Taemin's eyes snapped back to the camera fully.
"Yes....yes, Sir," came the answer and by now it seemed as if the role and Taemin's natural submissive tendencies were twined together for the moment.
"Good girl," Onew said, voice and manner cooler just a little. "Are you obedient?" he persisted, reaching for the glass of water at his elbow and taking a sip.
"I...I..." Taemin wasn't sure how much more of this he could handle and he no longer was examining details such as pronouns. His mind was far more interested in each nuance of Onew's voice, in the slow seemingly never ending stroke of that powerful hand against the titillating bulge in Onew's trousers. He was drunk on the vibrator's constant buzz, keeping him one step from mindlessly erupting.
"Yes, Sir..." he finally breathed, staring at the camera with such a look of seductive temptation that Onew groaned low in his chest.
"That's what I like, pretty girl. Now, I want you to slide those panties off for me, without standing up, and without pulling your dress up. Don't lose the vibrator either, if you want to come for me,"
Having given his instructions, Onew leaned back in his seat, finally pushing his zipper down fully to let cooler air touch his full, heavy, cock. He was at a point that just watching Taemin was feverishly erotic. The flush in his boy's cheeks, the frantic want in those dark, dark eyes, heavy with lashes. He loved every tremor of long limbs and slender fingers. Every frustrated little whine and soft cry as Taemin maneuvered the wet scrap of satin and lace off of his hips and down his legs, finally slipping out of it with a gasp was pleasurable to watch and had Onew gripping the chair arm with a white knuckled grip from time to time.
"Feel good, pretty girl?" he demanded sharply when Taemin finally collapsed into the leather chair again, mission accomplished.
"I could just push that dress out of my way and be inside you, right now. And you're so wet for it, for me, aren't you Taeyeon?"
Taemin moaned, licking his lips, and gazing at Onew, his lids heavy and pupils blown. He could see his Maestro's cock now, and just looking at the man he loved, who claimed him, half naked and seductively disheveled made him want to crawl to him. Sense memory sent a shudder through his taut frame in response to his privileged view of the other man.
"Oh yes...I'm...I'm ready for you, Sir," he breathed. "Very, very..."
"Mmmmm...I like that. Now, I want you to put a hand inside your dress. Pinch your nipple for me, just a bit at first."
Onew was breathing in harder, more labored pulls. He forced himself to keep it measured, keep it under control but it wasn't easy. Taemin kept giving, yielding, and every time he did, the heat and sweetness of it twisted Onew's passion that much more fiercely. He watched as Taemin's fingertips slid under the thin creamy cotton of his dress and gathered, pinched. Watched his flushed face tighten slightly as narrow hips swiveled.
"Ohhh...Ohhh, that feels..." Taeyeon let the phrase fade from off her lips. His lips. Wide eyes blinked slowly and slender arms and legs went tighter under the faint cover of the dress.
"Harder," Onew murmured, easing forward in the chair as if that could get him closer to Taemin, even slightly. "Look at me," he added, pulling Taemin's glassy gaze back to himself, at least via the camera.
"You're so beautiful," Onew said, watching with an avid, almost starving interest every move his boy made..
"Hurts...so nice," Taeyeon breathed. Focusing on his Maestro was almost too difficult; when the hot little pinches his nimble fingers were giving his nipples and all the rest of the overstimulation he felt was so fierce. And yet, some part of him almost didn't care if it ever stopped.
"One more time, pretty girl," Onew growled. He could see the way Taemin was trembling even via the camera. It was time to draw this to a close. He waited until Taemin keened sweetly to settle back in the chair.
"Good," he approved, letting his hand curve firmly around his aching length and barely containing the voluptuous gasp that filled his mouth at the fresh friction.
"Now, I want you to hook those long legs up over the chair arms. Spread out for me," The earlier harshness was gone from his tone; it had become husky and even a little coaxing.
"I want to see you open for me when you come," Onew added as Taemin began to shakily ease himself into the new position.
"Maestro," Taemin hissed pleadingly, hitching one leg at the knee over the right arm with a certain lack of coordination that was usually alien to him. At this point, he was shedding the game in the need for Onew, just...Onew.
"Want you so much," he added, shaking back his hair fretfully when the second leg was also draped over a chair arm. "Want you here....,"
"Define here, Taemin," Onew answered softly. He didn't really give Taemin a chance to form words. "Here, as in - I want you in me so fucking bad, Maestro - or as in, - I want you in this room watching me, driving me crazy like this, making me need you so much, Maestro- or something else entirely?" The words were a tease, calculated to prime Taemin that much more.
"Oh, God," Taemin whimpered, his senses seeming to flare with the words from Onew's beautiful mouth, panting hot pictures in his mind, reminding him of the pleasure Onew could grant him. His body arched as much as possible in the constraints of his position and Taemin shuddered heavily, feeling bound without a single rope or cuff. His gaze fastened on the quickening rhythm of Onew's hand on his delectably large, thick, beautiful erection and the rush of heat was enough to drag a little sob out of his throat.
"Please...can't wait...can't..." he muttered brokenly.
"Touch yourself for me," Onew answered instantly. "Slip your hand down between your legs and touch yourself, pretty girl."
It was twisting Onew in knots too now, the overlay of the pretty girl gone from shy to thoroughly wanton over Taemin's exquisitely responsive need. If he'd been there in the room, he knew he could never have waited this long to end the game. Not when Taemin looked and sounded so sweetly, desperately seductive. The pulse in his blood was thick and heavy now, flooding his senses with lust that was overtaking his self control. Watching Taemin's fingers slip under the dress, undoubtedly coil around his erection and making himself shudder with pleasure was almost unendurable to watch.
And that, in a way, was the point. His hand worked faster, and Onew groaned low and hoarse, letting his hips jerk roughly in tandem with the pulling strokes. He reached with his free hand to flick Taemin's vibrator to a higher setting.
"Come for me, Taemin," he ordered sharply.
Taemin was falling apart. There were tears of desire on his lashes, sweat on his skin and the heat within him should have burnt him to ashes by now. He couldn't think past watching Onew's hand on himself, past jerking his own cock almost roughly, past the glittering burn descending over him like a veil. Onew's voice seemed to echo through his dizzy brain and the spasms started so powerful, so deep that he couldn't even scream, just writhe and thrust against the air in a rage of ecstasy.
Every jerk almost hurt, soaking the fabric of the dress with fresh spatters of his release. He finally could wail his rapture after what seemed a million years of fiendish bliss, but by then Taimin's voice was nothing more than hoarse gasps for breath. He fell back against the support of the chair, quivering, sweat glistening and flagrantly stained.
Onew was quick to flick off the vibrator altogether and to press a button on the telephone that hundreds of miles away would summon the tenderest assistance that money and love could buy in his absence. Watching Taemin's ravishing convulsions had pulled forth his own as well, making him spill with a groaning cry of his beloved's name. He too panted for breath and sagged in his chair; but as ever, his priority was still Taemin.
"Piccolo stella,**" he said firmly, to summon Taemin's near fainting attention.
Taemin blinked, forcing heavy lids open to seek out Onew's face with his eyes. "Maestro," he slurred, so euphoric now that only Onew's voice could possibly have dragged his attention back to the present.
"Someone will be there shortly to help you," Onew instructed tenderly. "You're too weak to take care of what needs to be done. It will be a friendly face." He smiled slowly, a warm and loving smile for one person and one only.
"You have pleased me greatly, my Taemin," Onew said softly. "I love you."
Taemin's lips curved with a sweet smile. "I love you," he replied.
In a few moments, the door of the suite opened and Key swept in with his usual aplomb. He waved to the camera then began the process of helping Taemin up from the chair, removing the vibrator without so much as a flicker of an eyelid, then aiding the younger man in the direction of a hot bath.
Onew waited until Taemin and Key were gone from the room before finally hanging up. He would call his friend in a bit to be sure that all was well with his boy. A soft smile lit the older man's face as he too rose from his seat and made his way towards a shower of his own.
*Piccolo stella is Italian and means Little Star.