Insatiable
Pairing: Jonghyun/Key
Rating: PG
Word count: 520
Genre: romance
Tonight, this time where you and I become one;
Don’t worry, don’t even mind it
even in these hesitant times, the end comes near;
Now it is time and nobody can stop me
***
What he does not comprehend is the fact that it may seem to him that he is the almighty, an alpha, or a king - if it pleases you. However, at playing chess the king is not the one who possesses the wheel of fate for it is the queen the one who dictates the game … The queen twirls him and plays with him, lures him into trap and devours him with sinful pleasure.
He thinks he dictates the tempo of the game but he is wrong. His mind is fogged with false conviction that he is the boss and consequently he does not - cannot - realise that he is already caught in sweet delirium of my plan. He thinks he is an eagle however he is nothing but a pathetic fly, caught in my cobweb - the more he moves the more he is trapped.
As the game goes on and things get blur the only thing that matters is our act of ceaseless hunting. We try to make each other fall and our little game makes life interesting. We push and pull, he teases me and he makes me kneel. I touch him briefly and I make him bend. However the result is always, without single exception, the same. He gets more and more trapped and I almost win.
I nearly have him under my spell, under my skin, under me until our gazes meet and it is only then when I realize. We are both nothing but the flies, caught in our own web of teasing attempts to win over each other. I see it in his eyes - a mixture of viciousness, lust and unexplainable enjoyment. Nevertheless, what I see in his eyes is a mere reflection of my own soul, my own desire and my own greed. It irritates me to no end and all that I am able to do is to close my eyes and surrender.
CHECKMATE. A pawn has beaten the queen. Except that he is far from the pawn. He is my king and he knows my biggest flaw, which is him. I get lost in him whenever my impudence overpowers my patience. It happens whenever I see him with lidded eyes, all lost, his lip swollen and abused, only letting out tantalizing cries of pleasure and incoherent syllables. The state of his vulnerability never stops to intoxicate me and I do not mind at all. I gladly let him poison me; the torture is sweet and I gladly wait until it spreads through my veins for there is only one reason why I let him tain me. He is my king.
However I am not his queen. I am not gentle nor fragile - not more than he is, that is. I do not break easily and I never beg. I do not crawl after him. My crown does not fall off unless his falls first, for he is my king and I am his king.
A/N: POV is up to your interpretation - In case you wonder whose POV the story is written from (in my opinion) I recommend you to check who sings these lines in SHINee's Get It.
Thank you so much for reading and sorry for typos. Lya.
Rating: PG
Word count: 520
Genre: romance
Tonight, this time where you and I become one;
Don’t worry, don’t even mind it
even in these hesitant times, the end comes near;
Now it is time and nobody can stop me
***
What he does not comprehend is the fact that it may seem to him that he is the almighty, an alpha, or a king - if it pleases you. However, at playing chess the king is not the one who possesses the wheel of fate for it is the queen the one who dictates the game … The queen twirls him and plays with him, lures him into trap and devours him with sinful pleasure.
He thinks he dictates the tempo of the game but he is wrong. His mind is fogged with false conviction that he is the boss and consequently he does not - cannot - realise that he is already caught in sweet delirium of my plan. He thinks he is an eagle however he is nothing but a pathetic fly, caught in my cobweb - the more he moves the more he is trapped.
As the game goes on and things get blur the only thing that matters is our act of ceaseless hunting. We try to make each other fall and our little game makes life interesting. We push and pull, he teases me and he makes me kneel. I touch him briefly and I make him bend. However the result is always, without single exception, the same. He gets more and more trapped and I almost win.
I nearly have him under my spell, under my skin, under me until our gazes meet and it is only then when I realize. We are both nothing but the flies, caught in our own web of teasing attempts to win over each other. I see it in his eyes - a mixture of viciousness, lust and unexplainable enjoyment. Nevertheless, what I see in his eyes is a mere reflection of my own soul, my own desire and my own greed. It irritates me to no end and all that I am able to do is to close my eyes and surrender.
CHECKMATE. A pawn has beaten the queen. Except that he is far from the pawn. He is my king and he knows my biggest flaw, which is him. I get lost in him whenever my impudence overpowers my patience. It happens whenever I see him with lidded eyes, all lost, his lip swollen and abused, only letting out tantalizing cries of pleasure and incoherent syllables. The state of his vulnerability never stops to intoxicate me and I do not mind at all. I gladly let him poison me; the torture is sweet and I gladly wait until it spreads through my veins for there is only one reason why I let him tain me. He is my king.
However I am not his queen. I am not gentle nor fragile - not more than he is, that is. I do not break easily and I never beg. I do not crawl after him. My crown does not fall off unless his falls first, for he is my king and I am his king.
A/N: POV is up to your interpretation - In case you wonder whose POV the story is written from (in my opinion) I recommend you to check who sings these lines in SHINee's Get It.
Thank you so much for reading and sorry for typos. Lya.