vibrating toys for pretty boys // taekai
Taemin wants what Jongin won't give him.
Rating: R.
Warning: Mention of sex toys, swearing, OOC, anticlimax.
Pairing: Jongin/Taemin.
Length: ~1800.
There’s not a lot that Jongin wouldn’t do for Taemin, but this is definitely one of those things that crosses the line.
“Absolutely not,” Jongin says, punctuating it by slamming the car door. “Here, help me with some of these.”
Taemin laughs in his face and looks down at the groceries at Jongin’s feet. “I’ll hold this,” he offers, and grabs Jongin’s hand. “It’s a big burden, trust me.”
Sighing, Jongin picks up the bags with his other hand, and lets Taemin drag him towards their apartment. Their first home is everything they’d ever hoped for, not that they’d hoped for much; just a house of their own with locks on the bedroom doors so that no one can walk in on them trying to get it on. After years of being interrupted by other members and managers, locked doors are a luxury; not that they need to close the bedroom door in their own apartment. But regardless, Jongin is sure that he didn’t work this hard for a laundry chute and a carport just for Taemin to ask him for something like this.
Jongin likes to think of himself as pretty obliging; he’s been with Taemin long enough to know when to give in (immediately) and humour him (always). Occasionally, he plays hard to get, just so that Taemin can have the satisfaction of being extra annoying. But more often than not, Jongin lets Taemin get his way, mostly because it makes him happy when Taemin is happy. It’s kind of like a two-for-one package deal.
This time, though, Jongin doesn’t think he’s very likely to relent.
“Jongin-ah…why won’t you listen to hyung?”
“You only pull the hyung card when you want something,” Jongin points out as he unlocks their apartment. He dumps all the groceries in the hallway because Taemin is being unhelpful as usual, and holding his other hand hostage. There are a lot of miscellaneous items in their hallway that have been left there for similar reasons; Taemin is prone to monopolising parts of Jongin’s body before they reach the front door so that Jongin can never put anything away properly. It’s just another one of those things that Jongin has had to learn to live with.
“You know I want something. You’re just not giving it to me!” Taemin pouts up at him and prods him a few times in the neck.
Jongin tries his best to ignore him.
Taemin pokes him a few more times. “Well? Will you do it?” he asks again.
“No! Because it’s evil!” Jongin splutters. “I can’t believe you want me to put a vibrating plug up my butt so you can control it from across the room at the SM Reunion Gala!”
Taemin spreads his hands as if it’s a perfectly reasonable request. “I don’t understand why you don’t want to do it! You love that butt plug!”
Jongin blushes involuntarily, even though they’re the only people in the apartment and it’s certainly no secret between the two of them that Jongin does love that butt plug. It’s probably not a secret to their neighbours either, but Jongin hopes that at the very least, they can’t hear this conversation, even if it is likely that they hear all the late night screaming and buzzing. But that’s beside the point. The point is, neighbours aside, Jongin is definitely keeping that vibrating butt plug a secret from as many people as possible.
“We’ll be with all of our sunbaes…everyone we’ve ever worked with. Managers. Choreographers. Composers. We need to take this seriously, Tae. It’s going to be stressful enough as it is. This is a formal event. We can’t bring…” Jongin trails off. Taemin looks at him expectantly. “…a vibrating, remote control butt plug,” Jongin finishes in a pained whisper.
“The heart wants what it cannot have, Jongin,” Taemin says solemnly.
“But you know why you can’t have it, right?” Jongin says, almost desperately. “You know I’d do anything for you, Tae, but this is too much. We haven’t seen some of these people in years. It’s ridiculous. This is ridiculous.”
Taemin pouts at him, and pulls out his phone. He ignores Jongin for a few moments as he opens up YouTube and types something into the search bar. Jongin sees him tap on a video and fast-forward to a certain part of it.
“Taemin? Come on. You can’t be really asking me to do this.”
The chorus of ‘Sherlock’ begins playing tinnily from Taemin’s phone, and he belts out, “I’M! SO! SERIOUS, YEAHHHHHHHHHH!”
Jongin exhales slowly through his nose, counts to ten in his head, and forces himself to walk away from Taemin, who’s too busy staring at his 2012 hair extensions to even notice him leave.
/
The next time Taemin broaches the subject, they’re making dinner in the kitchen. Technically, Jongin is making dinner, and Taemin is hovering around the kitchen trying to bite his ear whenever he thinks Jongin is distracted enough for it to be entertaining to watch him jump.
“I picked up your tux from the dry cleaner’s today,” Taemin says, trailing his fingers along the kitchen bench.
“Great,” Jongin says curtly. He doesn’t bother turning around.
“You’re going to look so good at the Gala on Friday,” Taemin continues suggestively.
Jongin turns on the rice cooker and begins chopping carrots passive aggressively.
“But you know what, I think you would look perfect if you were all hot and wet just for me, don’t you think? With a little plug in your ass?” Taemin coos into his ear. He licks Jongin’s neck. “It’ll be like a party in your body!”
Jongin stabs a nearby capsicum with his fruit knife. “Why do you want to do it that night? Can’t we do it another night? Like, a night when we’re not surrounded by cameras and people we know?”
“It’s not like I’m asking you to wear a tail or anything! No one will even know!” Taemin protests.
“They will definitely know! It’s loud! You can hear the vibrating!”
Taemin shakes his head. “Not over the small talk and the cameras going off and EXO-K’s ‘Wolf’ playing softly in the background.”
“Why do you always have to bring up that song whenever we have an argument?” Jongin says, blushing angrily.
“We’re not having an argument,” Taemin says calmly, “And because it makes you go all embarrassed and pouty and that’s really hot, and then instead of yelling at you I want to have sex with you, which is frankly the best outcome for everyone.”
Jongin totally lets Taemin fuck him on the kitchen bench five minutes later, and even though Taemin pauses at one point to lewdly waggle an eggplant at him and mime thrusting it in and out of his mouth, Jongin has to agree that it probably is the best outcome.
/
Taemin is wrong. The song playing softly in the background is, in fact, Super Junior’s ‘Sexy, Free & Single’. Jongin smirks as he sees Kyuhyun visibly cringe and bury his face in Zhou Mi’s brocade blazer. He personally can’t wait to see Minho’s expression if ‘The SHINee World’ ever starts playing. And even without a vibrating plug in his ass, Jongin thinks he looks pretty damn perfect. He hasn’t worn makeup in months, and although he definitely doesn’t miss the way it feels on his face, he can’t deny that he likes the way it looks. Almost as much as he likes the look on Taemin’s face whenever he glances over at EXO’s table.
“Where’s your date?” Sehun asks rudely when Jongin takes his seat next to him.
Jongin looks at Sehun, then at Taemin again, then back at Sehun. His smirk intensifies.
“Positively buzzing with excitement to see his hyungs again. As I’m sure you are,” Jongin says.
Sehun stares at him blankly. “The music,” he says slowly, “Is shit.”
Jongin agrees, and drags Sehun out of his seat to mingle with TXVQ. He figures he owes it to Luhan to get some photos with them. Much to his satisfaction, he does get to hear Rap God Choi Minho’s best verses throughout the course of the night, and he’s feeling downright perky by the time Taemin finds him on the dance floor a few hours later.
“Enjoying yourself?” Taemin sidles up next to him and Jongin automatically wraps an arm around his waist.
“Very much,” Jongin murmurs.
Taemin looks pleased. “I knew you would,” he says smugly. “It helped, didn’t it?”
“What helped?” Jongin frowns.
“You were nervous about coming tonight,” Taemin says. Behind him, Jongin can see the familiar faces of f(x) smiling and greeting old vocal coaches. “Seeing everyone again. So I had to distract you.”
“Is that what all that butt plug stuff was about?”
Taemin rolls his eyes. “You didn’t think I was really going to make you wear a butt plug under your tuxedo, did you?”
“You sang to me about how serious you were,” Jongin says. “You can’t rehash old title tracks and expect me to think you’re joking.”
“But it got your mind off things,” Taemin says softly. “And I didn’t really make you wear one in the end, did I?”
Jongin pouts. “Well, you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do, so of course you didn’t.”
“Can’t I though?” Taemin smiles at him gleefully. “I still think you would have enjoyed it if you had agreed. But no, I wouldn’t make you do anything you really didn’t want to do.” He reaches for Jongin’s hand, just as he has all those times at SMTOWN concerts, back when Jongin was still a nervous rookie. Seeing all his industry elders in the same room once again reminds Jongin of those concerts; of Taemin dragging him to the front of the stage to stand with people who were way more famous than he was at the time-Taemin bossing him around and taking care of him in the same breath.
Jongin lifts his hand and brushes his knuckles gently against Taemin’s jaw. “Thanks,” he says thickly. “For picking up my tux. And stuff.”
“Anything for you,” Taemin says, and leads him off the dance floor just in time to avoid being roped into joining the whole of Super Junior in performing the choreography to ‘Gee’ in drunken unison. Like every other male SM idol, Taemin and Jongin still have the choreography memorised.
It’s just another one of those things that they keep secret between the two of them.
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a/n: this was pure self-indulgence written between midnight and 3am today because i still refuse to believe that i'm not funny.
Rating: R.
Warning: Mention of sex toys, swearing, OOC, anticlimax.
Pairing: Jongin/Taemin.
Length: ~1800.
There’s not a lot that Jongin wouldn’t do for Taemin, but this is definitely one of those things that crosses the line.
“Absolutely not,” Jongin says, punctuating it by slamming the car door. “Here, help me with some of these.”
Taemin laughs in his face and looks down at the groceries at Jongin’s feet. “I’ll hold this,” he offers, and grabs Jongin’s hand. “It’s a big burden, trust me.”
Sighing, Jongin picks up the bags with his other hand, and lets Taemin drag him towards their apartment. Their first home is everything they’d ever hoped for, not that they’d hoped for much; just a house of their own with locks on the bedroom doors so that no one can walk in on them trying to get it on. After years of being interrupted by other members and managers, locked doors are a luxury; not that they need to close the bedroom door in their own apartment. But regardless, Jongin is sure that he didn’t work this hard for a laundry chute and a carport just for Taemin to ask him for something like this.
Jongin likes to think of himself as pretty obliging; he’s been with Taemin long enough to know when to give in (immediately) and humour him (always). Occasionally, he plays hard to get, just so that Taemin can have the satisfaction of being extra annoying. But more often than not, Jongin lets Taemin get his way, mostly because it makes him happy when Taemin is happy. It’s kind of like a two-for-one package deal.
This time, though, Jongin doesn’t think he’s very likely to relent.
“Jongin-ah…why won’t you listen to hyung?”
“You only pull the hyung card when you want something,” Jongin points out as he unlocks their apartment. He dumps all the groceries in the hallway because Taemin is being unhelpful as usual, and holding his other hand hostage. There are a lot of miscellaneous items in their hallway that have been left there for similar reasons; Taemin is prone to monopolising parts of Jongin’s body before they reach the front door so that Jongin can never put anything away properly. It’s just another one of those things that Jongin has had to learn to live with.
“You know I want something. You’re just not giving it to me!” Taemin pouts up at him and prods him a few times in the neck.
Jongin tries his best to ignore him.
Taemin pokes him a few more times. “Well? Will you do it?” he asks again.
“No! Because it’s evil!” Jongin splutters. “I can’t believe you want me to put a vibrating plug up my butt so you can control it from across the room at the SM Reunion Gala!”
Taemin spreads his hands as if it’s a perfectly reasonable request. “I don’t understand why you don’t want to do it! You love that butt plug!”
Jongin blushes involuntarily, even though they’re the only people in the apartment and it’s certainly no secret between the two of them that Jongin does love that butt plug. It’s probably not a secret to their neighbours either, but Jongin hopes that at the very least, they can’t hear this conversation, even if it is likely that they hear all the late night screaming and buzzing. But that’s beside the point. The point is, neighbours aside, Jongin is definitely keeping that vibrating butt plug a secret from as many people as possible.
“We’ll be with all of our sunbaes…everyone we’ve ever worked with. Managers. Choreographers. Composers. We need to take this seriously, Tae. It’s going to be stressful enough as it is. This is a formal event. We can’t bring…” Jongin trails off. Taemin looks at him expectantly. “…a vibrating, remote control butt plug,” Jongin finishes in a pained whisper.
“The heart wants what it cannot have, Jongin,” Taemin says solemnly.
“But you know why you can’t have it, right?” Jongin says, almost desperately. “You know I’d do anything for you, Tae, but this is too much. We haven’t seen some of these people in years. It’s ridiculous. This is ridiculous.”
Taemin pouts at him, and pulls out his phone. He ignores Jongin for a few moments as he opens up YouTube and types something into the search bar. Jongin sees him tap on a video and fast-forward to a certain part of it.
“Taemin? Come on. You can’t be really asking me to do this.”
The chorus of ‘Sherlock’ begins playing tinnily from Taemin’s phone, and he belts out, “I’M! SO! SERIOUS, YEAHHHHHHHHHH!”
Jongin exhales slowly through his nose, counts to ten in his head, and forces himself to walk away from Taemin, who’s too busy staring at his 2012 hair extensions to even notice him leave.
/
The next time Taemin broaches the subject, they’re making dinner in the kitchen. Technically, Jongin is making dinner, and Taemin is hovering around the kitchen trying to bite his ear whenever he thinks Jongin is distracted enough for it to be entertaining to watch him jump.
“I picked up your tux from the dry cleaner’s today,” Taemin says, trailing his fingers along the kitchen bench.
“Great,” Jongin says curtly. He doesn’t bother turning around.
“You’re going to look so good at the Gala on Friday,” Taemin continues suggestively.
Jongin turns on the rice cooker and begins chopping carrots passive aggressively.
“But you know what, I think you would look perfect if you were all hot and wet just for me, don’t you think? With a little plug in your ass?” Taemin coos into his ear. He licks Jongin’s neck. “It’ll be like a party in your body!”
Jongin stabs a nearby capsicum with his fruit knife. “Why do you want to do it that night? Can’t we do it another night? Like, a night when we’re not surrounded by cameras and people we know?”
“It’s not like I’m asking you to wear a tail or anything! No one will even know!” Taemin protests.
“They will definitely know! It’s loud! You can hear the vibrating!”
Taemin shakes his head. “Not over the small talk and the cameras going off and EXO-K’s ‘Wolf’ playing softly in the background.”
“Why do you always have to bring up that song whenever we have an argument?” Jongin says, blushing angrily.
“We’re not having an argument,” Taemin says calmly, “And because it makes you go all embarrassed and pouty and that’s really hot, and then instead of yelling at you I want to have sex with you, which is frankly the best outcome for everyone.”
Jongin totally lets Taemin fuck him on the kitchen bench five minutes later, and even though Taemin pauses at one point to lewdly waggle an eggplant at him and mime thrusting it in and out of his mouth, Jongin has to agree that it probably is the best outcome.
/
Taemin is wrong. The song playing softly in the background is, in fact, Super Junior’s ‘Sexy, Free & Single’. Jongin smirks as he sees Kyuhyun visibly cringe and bury his face in Zhou Mi’s brocade blazer. He personally can’t wait to see Minho’s expression if ‘The SHINee World’ ever starts playing. And even without a vibrating plug in his ass, Jongin thinks he looks pretty damn perfect. He hasn’t worn makeup in months, and although he definitely doesn’t miss the way it feels on his face, he can’t deny that he likes the way it looks. Almost as much as he likes the look on Taemin’s face whenever he glances over at EXO’s table.
“Where’s your date?” Sehun asks rudely when Jongin takes his seat next to him.
Jongin looks at Sehun, then at Taemin again, then back at Sehun. His smirk intensifies.
“Positively buzzing with excitement to see his hyungs again. As I’m sure you are,” Jongin says.
Sehun stares at him blankly. “The music,” he says slowly, “Is shit.”
Jongin agrees, and drags Sehun out of his seat to mingle with TXVQ. He figures he owes it to Luhan to get some photos with them. Much to his satisfaction, he does get to hear Rap God Choi Minho’s best verses throughout the course of the night, and he’s feeling downright perky by the time Taemin finds him on the dance floor a few hours later.
“Enjoying yourself?” Taemin sidles up next to him and Jongin automatically wraps an arm around his waist.
“Very much,” Jongin murmurs.
Taemin looks pleased. “I knew you would,” he says smugly. “It helped, didn’t it?”
“What helped?” Jongin frowns.
“You were nervous about coming tonight,” Taemin says. Behind him, Jongin can see the familiar faces of f(x) smiling and greeting old vocal coaches. “Seeing everyone again. So I had to distract you.”
“Is that what all that butt plug stuff was about?”
Taemin rolls his eyes. “You didn’t think I was really going to make you wear a butt plug under your tuxedo, did you?”
“You sang to me about how serious you were,” Jongin says. “You can’t rehash old title tracks and expect me to think you’re joking.”
“But it got your mind off things,” Taemin says softly. “And I didn’t really make you wear one in the end, did I?”
Jongin pouts. “Well, you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do, so of course you didn’t.”
“Can’t I though?” Taemin smiles at him gleefully. “I still think you would have enjoyed it if you had agreed. But no, I wouldn’t make you do anything you really didn’t want to do.” He reaches for Jongin’s hand, just as he has all those times at SMTOWN concerts, back when Jongin was still a nervous rookie. Seeing all his industry elders in the same room once again reminds Jongin of those concerts; of Taemin dragging him to the front of the stage to stand with people who were way more famous than he was at the time-Taemin bossing him around and taking care of him in the same breath.
Jongin lifts his hand and brushes his knuckles gently against Taemin’s jaw. “Thanks,” he says thickly. “For picking up my tux. And stuff.”
“Anything for you,” Taemin says, and leads him off the dance floor just in time to avoid being roped into joining the whole of Super Junior in performing the choreography to ‘Gee’ in drunken unison. Like every other male SM idol, Taemin and Jongin still have the choreography memorised.
It’s just another one of those things that they keep secret between the two of them.
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a/n: this was pure self-indulgence written between midnight and 3am today because i still refuse to believe that i'm not funny.