get some // taekai
For Taemin and Jongin, raising a family together is all about balancing needs.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Domestic AU. D/s dynamics, bondage, impact play (spanking, flogging), boys in lingerie, oral sex, praise kink, fisting, rimming.
Pairing: Jongin/Taemin.
Length: ~9000.
Jongin wakes with a start as something heavy and warm drops onto his stomach, interrupting a very pleasant dream about a fried chicken fairytale castle.
“Go back to bed, it’s Saturday,” he says blearily, eyes half closed as he swats at what he assumes are two small children. Since learning to walk, Moonkyu and Wonshik have developed a bad habit of invading their room first thing each morning, and he personally can’t wait until they grow up and discover that sleeping in is actually the closest thing to heaven on earth.
Instead, an adult-sized hand slams down on his chest. “Kim Jongin! Wake up and make hyung some food.”
“Eh?” Jongin finally opens his eyes properly and looks up at his boyfriend. “Ugh. You.”
“That’s not a very nice way to greet the love of your life,” Taemin huffs. “What about something like ‘good morning sweetheart, I’ve prepared a delicious meal for you to eat in bed while I worship your flawless body’?”
“Sleepy,” Jongin says sleepily, and attempts to push Taemin off him. It’s no easy feat, since Taemin is straddling his waist, thighs firmly placed on either side of him.
“But I’m hungry!”
“Can’t you make breakfast today?” Jongin gives up on trying to get rid of Taemin, and instead pulls him down to lie on his chest, nuzzling the older man’s neck. “It's still sleep time.”
Taemin relents for the moment, letting Jongin pull the sheets back over them for optimum snuggling.
“I’ll let you sleep for another ten minutes, but after this you have to feed me, okay?”
“Of course,” Jongin agrees, already slipping back into unconsciousness. Taemin extracts himself from Jongin’s arms and pulls on a dressing gown before leaving their bedroom.
Jongin has barely made full use of his meagre ten minutes when Wonshik bursts into the room, Moonkyu following not far behind. Both are yodelling excitedly. And loudly. Jongin forces himself to sit up and refrains from throwing a pillow at his boyfriend, who stands by the door grinning smugly.
“The kids are awake,” Taemin says needlessly. “And we’re all hungry.”
“Very hungry, papa!” Wonshik chimes in, and crawls into bed next to Jongin. Moonkyu pouts as he jumps up and down next to the bed, too short to pull himself onto it. Jongin shoots a withering glare at Taemin and lifts his youngest son onto his lap.
“I set the timer on the rice cooker last night so the rice is already done. You just have to do some soup and stuff! There are leftovers in the fridge too,” Jongin points out. “You could’ve checked before you brought in the big guns.”
Taemin only smiles, and walks over to sit on the edge of the bed. Wonshik immediately clambers over to him and drapes his arms over his father’s shoulders.
“It’s time for you to wake up anyway,” Taemin says, getting up and pulling Wonshik into a piggy back. “Come on. Race you to the kitchen.”
“Me! Me!” Moonkyu says eagerly, hitting Jongin’s chest and pointing to his older brother. Jongin holds back a smile and lets Moonkyu grab hold of his neck as he stands.
“Papa sleepy head,” Moonkyu coos, and gives him sloppy wet kisses along his hairline.
“Hold on tight,” Jongin warns, and chases after Taemin.
Taemin is already heating up soup and leftovers by the time Jongin and Moonkyu make it downstairs.
“If you were going to make breakfast all along then why did you have to drag me out of bed?” Jongin complains, setting Moonkyu down on the kitchen bench.
“No butts on the table,” Taemin says, tapping the side of the pot with a pair of wooden chopsticks.
Jongin responds by hopping up on the bench himself.
Taemin raises his eyebrows at Wonshik. “So naughty, those two. But Wonshik is a good boy, right?”
Jongin eyes Wonshik conspiratorially and pats the bench next to him. “Want to come up here?” Wonshik nods and raises his hands for Jongin to lift him up. Soon, all three of them are seated on the kitchen bench, following Jongin’s lead in heckling Taemin to cook faster.
“You are such a bad influence,” Taemin whines, bumping Jongin’s knee with his butt on his way to the rice cooker.
“What that?” Moonkyu asks curiously.
“It means that your father teaches you two to do bad things,” Taemin explains with a smile. He scoops out four bowls of rice and gestures at Wonshik to help him carry them over to the dining table.
“I do not!” Jongin protests as he helps Wonshik jump to the floor. He looks at the children. “I don’t teach you bad things. We’re just teasing, aren’t we?”
“Teasing is a bad thing!” Taemin shoots back. “You shouldn’t tease people, boys. They might tease you back. With rocks.”
“Don’t scare Moonkyu,” Jongin says. He pats the boy’s head. “No one’s going to throw rocks at you. Probably.”
Moonkyu, barely following the complex conversation going on around him, nods cutely. “Okay papa!” He claps his hands together and points to the rice cooker. “Off?”
Jongin pulls him into his arms and kisses his plump cheeks. “Clever boy! Not off yet, we wait until everyone finishes eating, then we turn it off, okay? It keeps the rice warm.”
They join the others at the kitchen table, where Taemin is loading Wonshik’s bowl with fish and beansprouts. Jongin does the same for Moonkyu, except in smaller portions, and then serves himself.
“So, now that we’re all awake, what should we do today?” Taemin says cheerily, taking a sip of his soup.
“Go back to bed?” Jongin suggests. He nuzzles the top of Moonkyu’s head. “How about it, kid? Pillow forts and nap time?”
“Bad. Influence. They won’t be able to sleep tonight if they sleep too much during the day. They’re not babies anymore,” Taemin scolds. “I thought we could go to the library and then go to the park in the afternoon!”
Moonkyu beats the table with his spoon excitedly. “Park! Park! Moonkyu like park.”
“Don’t bang the table, Moonkyu,” Taemin chides gently. Moonkyu screws his face up, about to cry, but Jongin tickles him in the side just in time and he dissolves into raucous giggles instead.
“Do you know where my library books are?” Wonshik asks. He has rice all over the lower half of his face, and a few grains have migrated to cling to his fringe. They’ll have to get him a haircut soon.
“You need to keep track of your own library books from now on, you’re a big boy,” Jongin says. “I’ll show you how to check online to see how many books you have, but you have to find them yourself, okay?”
Wonshik’s face lights up. “I can use the computer?”
“Just for a little bit,” Taemin says. “And finish your food first.”
“Okay!” Wonshik cheers.
“Wonshik, no!” Jongin groans, watching in dismay as Wonshik proceeds to take Taemin’s conditions to be a personal challenge to shovel food indiscriminately into his mouth as fast as he can. “Eat slowly, one bite at a time. Chew. You need to chew. And swallow.”
Wonshik pouts, but slows down and lets Taemin wipe the sides of his mouth (and his cheeks, and his forehead) clean.
After breakfast, Taemin tricks Jongin into washing up while he shows Wonshik how to use the library website. Moonkyu stays in his booster seat at the dining table, kicking his feet happily when Jongin gives him the inner bowl of the rice cooker to scrape clean. Moonkyu loves the chewy, slightly overcooked bits of rice stuck to the bottom of the bowl. Taemin, probably due to some lie he was told as a child, thinks that those bits are burnt and bad for the health, but Jongin reckons it’s not such a bad thing for children to build up a good immune system by eating whatever they can get their hands on. Besides, waste not want not-and it means less scrubbing for Jongin when he finally does clean it.
“Do you want to borrow anything from the library, Moonkyu?” Jongin asks conversationally as he begins washing the rice bowls and cutlery.
“Uh huh,” Moonkyu says, peering inside the bowl curiously. Jongin smiles as he watches his son run his hands over the little measuring markers on the inside of the inner bowl. “It’s bumpy!” he observes.
“It’s so we know how much rice and water to put in. See the lines and the numbers?” Jongin explains. “Are you done with helping papa clean? I’m going to wash your bowl now, is that okay?”
Moonkyu nods and lifts the big bowl with both hands, passing it to Jongin. “Moonkyu help papa!”
“Yes baby, you’re very helpful,” Jongin says.
“I found all my books!” Wonshik calls as he runs down the stairs.
“Don’t run down the stairs!” Taemin calls as he runs down the stairs after him.
“Good boy,” Jongin says, washing his hands clean. “I’m going upstairs to get changed and then we can go.”
Taemin helps Moonkyu to the ground and wipes his mouth clean with a tissue. “Let’s get your shoes and socks on! Wonshik, how about you go find some socks for you and your brother.”
Wonshik nods obediently, running off again. Taemin halfheartedly calls, “Don’t run in the house!” after him, but trails off when Jongin barks out a laugh and shakes his head.
“He’s going to run no matter how many times you remind him, honestly,” Jongin says. “Remember when he first started crawling? I’ve never seen a kid defy so many childproofing measures.”
“If he grows up with permanent dents in his skull from crashing into things, you can’t say I didn’t try,” Taemin retorts.
Jongin laughs at him again and grabs him by the waist, pressing a kiss to Taemin’s neck.
“You try so hard,” Jongin says sweetly. “So I think he’s going to be fine.”
Taemin just rolls his eyes, and shoos Moonkyu upstairs.
/
Since its establishment, Taemin and Jongin’s household has been constant host to a stream of bachelor ‘uncles’ who come and go and eat all their groceries while they’re there. Taemin can hear one of them downstairs now as he halfheartedly does his morning stretches. Neither of them are as flexible as they used to be, and Jongin had been insistent that to maintain their current standard of intercourse, they must both complete a set of stretches each day that Jongin himself had personally devised.
Taemin privately thinks that as long as Jongin keeps being a needy bottom bitch, he can afford to let himself go a bit.
“You can’t eat my kiwi fruit! I bought them just for myself! Everyone always wants to eat my things! You are in my house!”
“I’m the reason you guys are even together!”
“I’m three months older than you!”
“Oh yeah? Did those extra three months help you become less of a total loser?”
“Who’re you calling loser, loser?”
“What are you, twelve?”
“What does that make you, eleven years and nine months old?”
Taemin gives up on his lunges after the second set and quickly throws on a shirt so that he can go downstairs and intervene. Every time Sehun visits, he subjects Jongin to endless torment in the form of ‘relationship advice’. Sehun feels totally responsible for bringing Jongin and Taemin together, and he hasn’t stopped reminding Jongin of the fact-mostly because it results in Jongin making him dinner.
“Hi boys,” Taemin says loudly as he strides into the kitchen, interrupting them in the middle of a slappy fight. “Good morning.”
“Sorry hyung,” Sehun says meekly. “Did we wake you?”
Taemin raises an eyebrow. “No, don’t worry about it, I was already awake.” He turns to Jongin. “Where are the children? I mean, the ones we’re raising together.”
“In the study,” Jongin says, having the decency to look slightly ashamed of being caught in such a compromising situation. “Wonshik badgered me into letting him have half an hour on the computer and Moonkyu’s watching.”
“You’re so weak,” Sehun observes. “You may as well be raising one another.”
“We can be very disciplined,” Jongin protests. “We just don’t want to be too strict on them! I don’t want them to hate us.”
Sehun rolls his eyes. “Of course they’ll hate you. You’re their parents.”
Jongin looks at Taemin pitifully. “Do you think our sons will hate us?”
“Probably a little bit,” Taemin says, shrugging. “Don’t you remember being a teenager?”
“It was probably a long time ago for ‘I’m three months older than you’ here,” Sehun jeers.
“We were born in the same year, jackass,” Jongin shoots back.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!”
“Seriously? Grow the fuck up,” Taemin huffs, and grabs a banana from the fruit bowl before leaving them alone to bicker in the kitchen.
The children are playing quietly in the study. Moonkyu is reading aloud earnestly from an upside down picture book, and Taemin has to commend him for his imagination in inventing an entire story on his own, since he can’t see any way that his son is actually managing to read from the pages.
“Bang! Bang bang bang!”
“What are you playing, Wonshik?” Taemin looks at the computer monitor with some consternation.
Wonshik takes off his headphones and pauses his game. “It’s called Intergalactic: Death Match! It’s a game about battleships! In space! You fly through space and dodge asteroids and then you blow up the other ships! Don’t you and papa play this too?”
Taemin’s eyes widen. “We don’t play this game, Wonshik. What are you talking about?”
“In your bedroom! After you tuck us in to sleep. I hear you and papa playing video games. You should use headphones, like me! Then no one else can hear your battleships.” Wonshik looks thoughtful for a second. “But if you use headphones then only one person can hear the battleships so that’s not fun. But me and Moonkyu don’t mind much.”
“Oh god,” Taemin says faintly. He puts down the banana in his hand. “I’m sorry baby, me and papa won’t be so loud. When we play…battleships.”
Wonshik nods understandingly, and puts his headphones back on.
/
That night, as they’ve settled into bed, Taemin pokes Jongin in the side, and whispers sharply, “I think the boys can hear us when we have sex.”
“Can you not talk about those two things in the same sentence?” Jongin groans, rolling over and pushing a pillow into Taemin’s face. “Now I never want to have sex again.”
“Well good, because we’re not going to!” Taemin says through a mouthful of pillow. “We already have enough children. We no longer need to have sex, ever. Ever.”
“We adopted them,” Jongin points out. “We didn’t make them ourselves. With sex.”
“Not the point! Once you have children, you totally don’t need to have sex.”
“Is that what you try to tell yourself about your own parents?”
“This conversation needs to end right now,” Taemin grumbles. “I’m trying to sleep.”
“So was I, until you started talking about how you never want to bury your dick in this luscious booty ever again.” Jongin drapes an arm and a leg over Taemin’s side. “You wanna go now?”
“When you put it like that, I really don’t want to,” Taemin snaps, slapping Jongin’s leg away.
“Wow Tae, are you turning down sex? You really are getting old.”
“Stop talking or go sleep on the couch like a good boy, why don’t you?” Taemin heaves his entire body onto Jongin’s in an effort to quash his dissenting spirit. “Go to sleep.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes! Deadly serious!”
“But I want to have sex!” Jongin whines.
“Just because we’re together, doesn’t mean your ass is entitled to anything. Besides, think of the children.”
“Stop trying to make me think of my sons when I have a boner, you weirdo.”
“Why the heck do you even have a boner?”
“You’re lying on top of me!”
“I swear to god, Kim Jongin…”
/
Jongin doesn’t think that Taemin is serious about not having sex ever again, but when Taemin still hasn’t caved after two weeks of wheedling and pestering, he starts getting worried.
“It’s been a whole fortnight!” Jongin hisses into the phone, hand covering his mouth. He watches from across the room as Taemin helps Moonkyu put together a puzzle. Moonkyu seems more interested in putting the sky pieces into his mouth.
“Is that a long time? I thought you had a family now. That means your sex life is all dried up, right?” Sehun doesn’t sound at all concerned.
“We have a lot of sex, thank you very much. Had. We had a lot of sex.”
“I don’t think that’s normal,” Sehun says. Now he sounds concerned. “How do you have time to do anything else? Like raise children?”
“Well, sometimes it’s just a quickie while we’re doing the laundry. But now both the kids can walk so we can’t really leave lube lying around everywhere.”
“Jongin!” Sehun exclaims, scandalised. “I’ve touched your washing machine! Tell me honestly. Has your bare ass been on the washing machine?”
“Just my torso,” Jongin says offhandedly.
“I’ll never come over again.”
“Is it because I’ve come over everything, because…”
“I’m hanging up the phone!” Sehun threatens.
“Wait, no!” Jongin protests. “I need your help!”
“With what?”
“I need to seduce Taemin.”
“I am definitely hanging up. I can’t believe you called me to complain about this.”
“Please, Sehun. You’re my best friend, right?”
“I thought Taemin was your best friend,” Sehun sighs. “Fine. What do you want?”
“I need to have sex!”
“I absolutely cannot help you with that,” Sehun says immediately. He takes a deep breath. “Okay. How about this. You negotiate an open relationship where you go out and fuck other people.”
“That’s a little drastic, don’t you think? Besides, I don’t want to fuck other people. I just want Taemin to fuck me,” Jongin says.
“I wish you wouldn’t tell me these things,” Sehun says. “Well, is there anything he’s really into that you haven’t done in a while? Maybe you can surprise him with something.”
“Oh! You mean like…”
“You don’t need to say it out loud! Just think it!” Sehun butts in. “I do not need to know what kind of sick shit Taemin is into.”
“I don’t see why you’re so prudish about this, Sehun,” Jongin says.
“I’m not prudish. You just overshare. I’m hanging up now, in case you accidentally tell me your grand plan of master seduction,” Sehun says.
“Fuck you,” Jongin says into the dial tone.
“What that mean?” Moonkyu asks, having toddled over to Jongin during the phone call.
“Nothing, baby,” Jongin says quickly. “What’s this?” He pries a sodden handful of blue puzzle pieces from Moonkyu’s tiny fist. “Are you eating your toys again?”
“I put in my mouth!” Moonkyu claims proudly.
“No, Moonkyu, you’re not supposed to put them in your mouth,” Jongin says with a laugh, and picks him up. “Come on, let’s put these back in the box, okay?”
He carries Moonkyu back over to Taemin, and plops him onto the couch.
“I’m going out to pick up something from the shops,” Jongin announces. “Want me to bring anything back?”
“Yourself, in one piece,” Taemin says wryly.
Jongin puts the soggy puzzle pieces back on the coffee table. “I’ll try to manage. Will you be okay with the kids for an hour or so?”
“Of course.”
“Call me if you need anything,” Jongin says. He’s glad that Taemin doesn’t ask him what he’s going out to buy, because he’s never been very good at lying to him.
/
“So…” Taemin says, bumping Jongin with his hip as they wash dishes side by side.
“Hmm?” Jongin hands him another plate to dry. “What?”
“What did you get for me?” Taemin asks, grinning widely. He takes the plate and begins wiping it vigorously. “And can I have it now?”
Jongin blanches. “No! What? I didn’t get you anything!”
“You’re useless at this,” Taemin says. “I know you’re hiding something from me. You literally ran into the house and up the stairs before I even realised the car had pulled into the garage. You know I’ll find it anyway.”
“Aren’t I allowed to have secrets?” Jongin pouts.
“Not when they involve me,” Taemin says.
“How do you know I got anything for you? For all you know, maybe I got something for myself!”
“Ah, so you did get something!”
“Well of course, I said I was going shopping.”
“So it’s something you can buy in a shop, but want to keep secret from me,” Taemin muses. “So when are you going to give it to me? We just had our anniversary. And my birthday isn’t for another few months.”
“You’ll find out sooner or later.”
“Hah!” Taemin shouts, thrusting his tea towel into the air. “I knew it! So it is for me!”
“Shut up,” Jongin says, mentally berating himself for falling so easily for Taemin’s manipulation. All these years together, and Jongin still hasn’t gotten any better at resisting him.
“Do I get it soon?”
“No.”
“How about now?”
“No.”
“But I want it!”
“Too bad.”
Jongin drains the sink and reflects that this exchange is way too similar to all the other conversations he’s had with Taemin for the past week, except that Taemin had been on the receiving end, and Jongin had been the one badgering him. For sex.
Taemin is way more persistent than Jongin can ever be, however, mostly because Taemin has spent most of his life trying to convince Jongin to do certain things for him, whereas Jongin just doesn’t have the same level of tenacity or experience. Taemin doesn’t hold back all evening, and resumes the barrage of pleas during an oblivious Moonkyu’s bath, and during the children’s bedtime preparations.
“I told you, you’ll find out soon,” Jongin says, the semblance of perfect calm as he tucks Wonshik’s tiger toy under the blankets with the small boy. “There, is that all comfy?”
“Yup,” he says, squirming and giggling. “Papa!” he calls to Taemin. “Come here! I have a secret to tell you!”
“A secret, hmm? Just for me?” Taemin’s eyes light up, and he shoves Jongin aside gleefully. “I’ll lean in and you can whisper it in my ear, okay?” He leans in close, exaggerating the motion of cupping a hand around his ear. Jongin scowls and turns away to kiss Moonkyu goodnight.
“Are you and papa fighting? Because I haven’t heard you play battleships anymore!” Wonshik whispers.
“We…we got headphones, baby,” Taemin whispers back. He frowns. “I hope you haven’t been staying awake at night listening to us.”
“No,” Wonshik says solemnly, shaking his head. “Wonshik has been sleeping!”
“There’s a good boy. You go to sleep now too, okay?” Taemin straightens up and pats Wonshik on the head. “Goodnight then.”
“Goodnight papa! Don’t play too late, even if you have headphones! You need to sleep too,” Wonshik says cheerily.
Taemin resists the urge to wince, and instead kisses both his sons on the forehead before Jongin drags him to their bedroom.
“What did Wonshik want to say to you?” Jongin asks, sitting down on the bed.
“Secret,” Taemin says smugly. “If you can have secrets, then I can too.”
“My secret is my secret. Wonshik’s secrets are our secrets.”
“That’s bullshit. Plus, it’s nothing big, seriously,” Taemin assures him. “He just told us not to spend the entire night fucking loudly.”
“What?!” Jongin shrieks, slamming his hand down on their bedspread. “What the fuck, Taemin?”
Taemin rolls his eyes. “I’m kidding. We just talked about kid stuff.”
Jongin glares at him suspiciously, but begins stripping off his clothes. Taemin walks over to the bed and crawls into Jongin’s lap, tugging at his shirt.
“Can I help?” he asks with a smirk. He slides his fingers suggestively under Jongin’s waistband and squeezes gently.
“No, go away,” Jongin says curtly, whipping his shirt off over his head and tossing it on the floor. “I’m not speaking to you!”
“Come on, do you really want to know? He thinks we play Intergalactic: Death Match! in our room when they’re sleeping and he asked why he hasn’t heard battleships in a while. So I told him we got headphones to keep the noise down, and he told us not to play too late,” Taemin explains.
“Do you even know how ridiculous you sound?” Jongin snorts. “You can’t possibly expect me to believe that.”
“But it’s true!” Taemin sighs and stands up to take off his clothes. He gets under the blankets without waiting for Jongin, and crosses his arms sullenly. “I told you the truth and you’re still not happy.”
Jongin glares at him and gets up to turn off the light, before padding over and sliding under the blankets, still refusing to touch Taemin.
“Come on, don’t be mad,” Taemin says with a sigh, curling an arm around Jongin. “That’s really what we were talking about. That’s it. It’s no big deal, okay? Wonshik didn’t mean to keep it a secret from you. He's just having fun, he’s a kid, you know?”
Jongin rolls over and burrows his face in his pillow, ignoring him. Taemin groans and slaps a hand over his face. Jongin rarely gets mad, especially not at Taemin, but then again, Taemin knows how grumpy his boyfriend can get when he’s been deprived of sex for too long. Truth be told, Taemin isn’t coping well with the self-enforced dry spell either, and he resolves to make it up to his long-suffering Jongin as soon as he can convince Kibum and Jonghyun to take the boys for a sleepover.
/
Jongin fingers the delicate lace undergarments that he’s hidden under the sink, and mentally thinks through their schedule for the next week. He figures Taemin will be too tired from work all week to be any use on Friday night, so he’s decided to ask Sehun and Yixing to look after the kids on Saturday night. Even if a sleepy Taemin is an easily seduced Taemin, Jongin wants Taemin to be in peak physical condition for his plans.
“Jongin?”
“In the kitchen!” he shouts, standing and closing the cupboard door quietly so as not to arouse suspicion. “Welcome home!”
Taemin sticks his head into the room and beams. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“I just dropped the kids off at Jonghyun-hyung’s,” Taemin says proudly. “Apparently there’s a TV show that they started watching with Wonshik and they won’t finish it without him there.”
“That’s cute,” Jongin says, mind immediately ticking. “How was work?”
“Not too bad,” Taemin says, smiling. “Pretty quiet.” He stretches. “I’m going to have a shower. Want to join me?”
“I’m still cooking dinner,” Jongin says. “I’ll have a shower before bed.” He watches Taemin run upstairs, and immediately bends down to pull the newly-bought lingerie back out from under the sink, hiding it under his shirt. When he hears Taemin start the shower, he goes into their bedroom and rolls up a clean towel around the undergarments. He’ll bring it into the bathroom with him during his shower and change into it while Taemin gets ready for bed. It’s not quite the red wine and roses that he’d planned for Saturday, but he’s definitely not waiting any longer than he has to.
By the time Taemin has finished his shower, Jongin has just started setting out the food in the living room. Again, it’s not quite the fancy dinner he’d had planned to romance his boyfriend into their bed (and his sphincter), but the sudden change of plans hasn’t allowed him much time to prepare, so they’ll have to make do by cuddling extra close during dinner.
Taemin pulls on a clean t-shirt and some boxer shorts after his shower, not bothering to getting properly dressed since it’s just the two of them tonight. The items for Jongin’s surprise are all hidden under his socks, and he’ll have plenty of time to get them ready before Jongin gets out of the shower later.
Downstairs, Jongin is curled up on the couch, wrapped in blankets. He looks up as he hears Taemin enter the room, and waves him over. “I thought we could eat here tonight,” he says. “Since the kids aren’t here, I didn’t bother setting the table.”
Taemin flops on top of him and demands to be fed. Jongin acquiesces, picking up his chopsticks.
“No, do it with your hands!” Taemin commands.
Jongin raises his eyebrows sceptically, considering the logistics of Taemin’s orders. “You want me to put rice in your mouth…with my hands?”
“Well, not the rice, but the other things. It’ll be sensual!”
“You are so weird, Taemin,” Jongin says, rolling his eyes and putting down his chopsticks petulantly. “Feed yourself then, if you’re going to be fussy.” Taemin pouts.
They finish dinner and Jongin puts on a movie. He feels warm and solid beneath Taemin, and he can’t help but press a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. It feels like ages since they’ve last actually touched lips, and he can tell Jongin is thinking the same thing, because he leans into the kiss eagerly, sighing against Taemin’s mouth. Taemin doesn’t want it to get too far on the couch though, because he has too many fun things prepared upstairs for them to end up stuck here all night, so he pulls away.
This time, Jongin’s the one to pout as Taemin turns back to the television. He can see that he’s going to have to try a lot harder than he’d anticipated with the seduction game. Taemin seems totally resolute in ignoring his advances. Maybe he really is serious about the no-sex-forever-and-ever thing. But no matter; Jongin is sure that after tonight, he’ll definitely be able to get Taemin to do what he wants for once.
/
As soon as Jongin closes the bathroom door, Taemin gets to work. Shimmying out of his clothes, he quickly crosses to the dresser and pulls out all the necessary equipment. Out comes the leather whip that hasn’t seen the light of day for two months, as well as the black leather harness and cuffs that Jonghyun had gifted him for his twentieth birthday.
To this day, Jonghyun still won’t explain whether it’s a joke gift or not, but either way, Taemin puts on the harness and puts the cuffs aside-they came in a set with the harness, but he thinks that tonight they’ll look much better on Jongin’s wrists. Jongin loves the way black lace looks against Taemin’s skin, so for tonight, he wriggles into the black lace stockings and garter belt that, thanks to Jongin’s mandated morning workout routines, still both magically fit on his body. He then bundles up all their blankets and shoves them aside, before knotting some soft rope on either side of the bed frame.
Finally, he lights some of the candles on top of the dresser, and turns off all the other lights, leaving on just a dim lamp on the bedside table. Preparations complete, he sprawls on top of the bed and waits patiently for Jongin to come out of the bathroom and be totally and pleasantly surprised.
Meanwhile, Jongin has a foot propped up on the side of the bathtub, carefully shaving his legs from ankle to knee. Every part of his body has been meticulously washed, and all that remains is to finish shaving and get dressed. He’s got a new pair of white mesh panties; sheer, with a large heart-shaped cut-out detail in the back. Taemin has always appreciated ‘easy access’. A silky blush-pink bow is fixed above the cut-out, the ends of the ribbon hiding some of the otherwise revealed skin. Much as he knows Taemin likes snapping garter elastics against his thighs, he pulls on lace-edged thigh-high socks instead, also in a milky white. He doesn’t like wearing socks or stockings at all, at least not for long, so he’ll keep them on just long enough for the dramatic effect. He rather hopes that Taemin will help him take them off.
Jongin is wary of taking too much time, since he doesn’t want Taemin to fall asleep before he even exits the bathroom. Giving himself one last look in the steamy mirror, he swallows deeply, and nods at his reflection encouragingly.
If this doesn't work, then he's going to have to invest in some kind of vibrating jackhammer to relieve himself in the future.
Opening the door slowly, he peers out around it and balks.
“I think one of us is going to have to change,” Jongin says hesitantly, taking in the vision of Taemin spread lazily across the bed in striking black leather and lace.
Taemin rolls his eyes at him. “If I’m not getting any, then you’re not getting any. So come get some.”
Jongin blushes deeply. “T-T-Tae…”
“I’m not going to ask again, Jongin. Come to Sir right now,” Taemin says, his voice suddenly clear and authoritative.
Taemin’s expression doesn’t betray any surprise at what Jongin is wearing when he steps out from behind the bathroom door, but he can’t help the involuntary shiver that runs through him at the sight of Jongin’s long lean legs encased in white stockings, and his soft cock pressed against himself inside the sheer panties. Jongin responds instantly to Taemin’s command, all the tenseness in his body melting away as he moves obediently towards the bed, legs folded beneath him as he kneels in front of Taemin on the mattress.
“What a good boy I have,” Taemin says affectionately, reaching out to wrap a hand gently around Jongin’s neck. “Does my Jonginnie want to play with Sir tonight?”
Jongin nods silently, eyes downcast as he waits for Taemin’s orders. Taemin’s grip feels strong and comforting, and although his heart rate escalates immediately, Taemin’s hand around his neck is an automatic mental and emotional balm.
“Come here,” Taemin says, leaning back against the pillows as he beckons Jongin towards him. Jongin crawls to him, curling up in Taemin’s lap as Taemin cradles him against his chest. “Have you missed Sir?”
Jongin blushes, voice soft as he says, “Jongin has missed Sir a lot.”
“And can Jongin tell me what he’s missed most?” Taemin says encouragingly, massaging Jongin’s lower back. His hand caresses the silky bow at the edge of Jongin’s panties, slipping down to gently squeeze the exposed flesh of his backside.
“I…I don’t know,” Jongin says, flustered. “Lots of things.”
Taemin hushes him soothingly. “Did you miss Sir kissing you? Or touching you?” He presses a soft kiss to Jongin’s temples. “What about having Sir inside of you?” Taemin slides his hand even further down and Jongin whimpers, grinding back against him. “Use your words, Jongin. Tell Sir what you want.”
Jongin is biting his lip, face flushed with embarrassment as he looks up at Taemin pleadingly. “Jongin wants...Jongin wants Sir inside of him. Jongin wants to be fucked hard.”
“Good boy, Jongin.” Taemin beams and kisses him full on the mouth. He pulls away. “Maybe later.”
Leaving Jongin frowning in confusion on the bed, he gets up and walks over to the dresser, where the leather whip is sitting, surrounded by lit candles. When Taemin picks it up, testing its weight in his hand, Jongin’s breath hitches, and he sits up a little straighter. Taemin shoots a knowing smile in his direction, hand running along the tails of the whip as he walks back over to the bed. He only has to gesture once before Jongin is crawling over to him, looking up at him expectantly.
Taemin takes hold of his neck once more and bends down to kiss him in a way that has Jongin whining weakly, body limp as Taemin pushes him back against the pillows, pressing his hardening cock against Jongin’s stomach. Jongin can feel Taemin pulse against him, and wants more than anything to feel the same thing inside of him. He tilts his pelvis forwards in an attempt to create more friction, but Taemin immediately clenches his hips between his thighs, preventing any further movement.
“Stay still for me, okay?” Taemin releases the ends of the whip and lets the tails fall gently onto Jongin’s torso, dragging them across his skin. Jongin is breathing heavily, eyes wide and limpid as Taemin strokes him with the tails of the whip. Each time the tails pass painfully slowly over his bare skin, Jongin shudders impatiently, the sensation of the leather leaving behind raised goosebumps. Taemin leans in, the whip between their chests, and presses soft, damp kisses against Jongin’s collarbones, his neck, his jaw. Taemin’s tongue flickering out against Jongin’s skin is the only warning he gets before Taemin sinks his teeth into his neck, drawing a high-pitched moan from Jongin as Taemin teases his pulse with his incisors.
“My Jonginnie is so pretty,” Taemin murmurs, grinding against Jongin’s erection one last time before he gets to his knees. “On your stomach, now.”
Jongin quickly rolls over. Taemin takes both his wrists and buckles the cuffs around them, securing the metal rings on each cuff to the ropes tied to either side of the headboard. In this position, Jongin’s entire lower body is pressed into the bed, which is most definitely Taemin’s intention as the whip comes down for the first time. The impact of the thud against his ass drives his cock against the bed, creating a glorious friction that Jongin knows won’t be relieved until Taemin deems fit.
“Count aloud for me, Jongin.”
“One,” Jongin says shakily, bracing himself for the next impact, the cuffs biting into his wrists as he hangs helplessly from the bed frame.
Taemin raises his arm again and brings the whip down slightly harder, watching as the dual pleasures of the stinging pain and the friction of the bedspread against his cock send Jongin bucking and canting, his fingers white from being clenched so hard together. His asscheeks are now a pretty pink, and his flesh tingles warmly when Taemin runs a hand over him.
“T-two.”
“Ready for more?”
Jongin hardly whimpers a ‘yes’ before Taemin brings the whip down again, this time with much shorter intervals between each impact as he flicks his wrist hard and fast, Jongin panting out each count with increasing desperation. When Taemin’s hand finally stills, Jongin is openly sobbing with need, every muscle tensed in an effort to hold back his release.
Rubbing Jongin’s back admiringly, Taemin sets the whip aside, and spreads Jongin’s legs so that he can kneel between them.
“How many was that, Jongin?”
“Thirty,” Jongin whispers. “Please, Sir, I need-”
“Good boys only speak when spoken to, don’t they, Jongin?” Taemin says, interrupting him. “Sir will give you what you deserve, when you deserve it. Stay still for me, okay?” He bends down and massages Jongin’s reddened cheeks gently, exhaling slowly against his opening. Jongin twitches beneath him, and Taemin grins, satisfied with his response. Jongin loves being opened up by Taemin’s mouth; loves the filthy stretch when Taemin has him wet and pliant enough to press his tongue inside. Although Taemin is holding Jongin down by the hips, Jongin still manages to rock forward and back against his open mouth. For that transgression, Taemin pulls away immediately.
“What did I say about staying still?” Taemin says harshly, jerking Jongin up by the hips. He unbuckles the cuffs, rubbing Jongin’s wrists to reinvigorate the circulation. “Hands and knees for me, now.” Jongin lets out a disgruntled huff, but doesn't say anything. Now that he’s elevated off the bed and his face isn't pressed into pillows, he looks back at Taemin, pouting and shaking his butt petulantly.
“There’s no use waving your ass at me,” Taemin warns, holding back a smile. “I told you to stay still.” He leaves one hand on Jongin’s hip, and raises the other one, making sure that Jongin can see what he’s about to do. Jongin doesn’t make a sound when Taemin’s hand makes contact with his already sore ass, defiantly glaring back at him every time Taemin delivers another smack.
“There’s no need to look at me like that,” Taemin says reproachfully. “When Sir tells you to stay still, you stay still. Are you going to stay still for me, or are you going to be a brat about it?”
Jongin doesn’t say anything; just sniffs and looks away, towards the headboard. Taemin lets the silence hang until Jongin looks back at him shamefaced, abashed and pining for more attention.
“Are you going to be a good boy for Sir now?”
“Yes Sir," Jongin says meekly.
“Good, because only good boys get Sir’s cock,” Taemin says. Jongin’s eyes light up, pleased at the implicit promise in Taemin’s words. Taemin forces Jongin’s knees under him so that he’s kneeling with his torso and face pressed to the bed, his arms crossed behind his back. “Now, this time, when I tell you to stay still, I expect you to stay still, understand?”
Jongin nods again, and waits as he feels Taemin leave the bed. When he returns, Taemin runs a hand down the slope of Jongin’s smooth back, rubbing gently at his opening. Jongin remains perfectly still, and is soon rewarded by Taemin’s slick fingers entering him slowly.
Taemin loves Jongin like this; splayed open and all his to take, the long lithe lines of his body held in place by sheer willpower and obedience to Taemin’s commands. He loves the way Jongin tries in vain to resist buckling under the pleasure of Taemin’s ministrations, but can’t help writhing and and gasping as Taemin slides deeper and deeper inside. Jongin is hot and tight around his fingers, so tight, the pressure almost squeezing Taemin’s fingers out. He withdraws them and adds more lube before sliding in once more, this time rubbing soothing circles into Jongin’s back with his other hand to relax him. Jongin exhales with a low whine as Taemin begins thrusting slowly with a practiced ease, spine arching as he grinds against Taemin’s hand. Jongin isn’t quite being still anymore, but it’s been so long since they’ve done this, so Taemin doesn’t say anything.
Well, nothing except, “Do you think you can take more?”
“Yes Sir,” Jongin gasps, biting back tears of frustration as he fucks himself backwards onto Taemin’s fingers. “Please. More.”
Taemin kisses him right above the big floppy bow on his panties and pulls his fingers out slowly, before uncapping the bottle of lube and coating his cock liberally. Jongin remains in position until Taemin gently cajoles him into rolling over, massaging his arms and legs to get the blood rushing back into his limbs.
“Look at me, Jongin,” he says softly, smiling as Jongin blinks up at him. Jongin yields so quickly and easily to Taemin; he's always relaxed and under his control. “You’re doing so well.” Jongin’s lips part in a slow smile, and Taemin can't resist kissing him deeply as he gathers him up in his arms. He lets Jongin wrap his arms around his neck as he shifts and presses inside, stroking and caressing the smooth, lean legs that automatically bend to wrap around him.
“I love you so much,” Taemin whispers, biting into Jongin’s shoulder as Jongin pulls his legs higher and closer to himself, opening his body up to Taemin.
“Jongin loves Sir too,” Jongin replies, and Taemin fucks Jongin like this, achingly slow and deep, feeling every shuddering breath from Jongin’s lips as Taemin drags his cock in and out of Jongin’s clenching heat.
Much as Taemin likes Jongin on his hands and knees, face pressed into the pillows, he likes Jongin best the way they are now; their foreheads touching, so close that they’re sharing breath for breath. So close that he can see Jongin’s pupils blown wide with pleasure, and the dewy sweat beading on his neck as he throws his head back when Taemin sinks deep inside of him. So close that it’s as if their bodies are locked together, skin slick and flushed, as Jongin looks into his eyes with complete trust and devotion. So close that Taemin can feel the stutter of Jongin’s hips as he gets closer to orgasm, the desperate canting of his hips a silent plea for catharsis.
“Come for me, Jongin,” Taemin says in a whisper, plunging into Jongin hard and fast as Jongin squeezes his eyes shut and moans, choking back a sob as he finally comes against his own stomach, the last fortnight of denial fading as Taemin kisses away his involuntary tears. “Such a good boy.”
“Thank you Sir,” Jongin whimpers, and Taemin kisses him exuberantly, heart inexplicably full at the sight of a sated Jongin resting docile in his arms.
Taemin slides out of Jongin slowly, calming him with soft kisses as he twitches from the stimulation of his oversensitive body. Jongin whines, needy, when he hears Taemin leave the bed, but Taemin is soon by his side again with two damp towels, one to wipe himself off, and another to gently clean Jongin’s stomach and torso. He leaves the rest of Jongin’s body untouched, which has Jongin hoping that this isn't the end of their play.
True to his expectations, Taemin soon manoeuvres Jongin to his knees as he leans back against the headboard.
“You’ve been so good for me tonight,” Taemin praises him, and Jongin blushes, looking down at the bedspread. “I think you deserve another reward.” His hand falls lazily to grasp his cock, still half-hard from earlier. It's a suggestion, and Jongin knows exactly what Taemin has in mind.
“May Jongin suck Sir's cock?”
“Of course you may,” Taemin says, reaching out to stroke Jongin’s jaw with the back of his hand. Jongin turns his head slightly, pressing a tentative kiss to Taemin’s knuckles. The unsolicited action has Taemin raising an eyebrow warningly, but he doesn't say anything. Jongin can be fond of pushing the rules, but Taemin doesn't feel the need to discipline him too often, especially since Jongin is usually so compliant and submissive. Taemin knows that Jongin is aware of when he's being allowed to get away with something, and he also knows that Jongin easily feels guilty and will try to make up for his own perceived wrongdoings by being extra obedient.
Jongin smiles up at him before he clasps his hands together behind his back and bends his waist until his mouth is hot against Taemin's cock. He finds the tip with his tongue, flicking the crown with teasing licks until Taemin presses him down, fingers twisting and tugging in his hair. Although Taemin allows Jongin a certain amount of freedom in how he chooses to worship his cock, the hand at the back of his neck reminds Jongin of who’s in control. Taemin is thick and hot in his mouth, and Jongin’s lips stretch obscenely as he slides up and down the shaft, easing it all the way into his throat.
It’s only when Jongin is swallowing around his cock that he can feel Taemin lose control, and there’s nothing more thrilling than feeling every twitch and shudder of his body as he falls apart. It’s the only time Taemin sits back and lets Jongin take care of him in return; for all his bossing around, Jongin knows that Taemin has Jongin’s desires and wellbeing at the forefront of his mind, and it’s only through Jongin's total obedience and submission that he can even begin to return the favour. Closing his eyes, he relaxes his throat and tilts his head back, allowing Taemin to steadily fuck into his mouth until Jongin can feel Taemin yank him backwards by the neck, and then hot come is spurting against his forehead, his cheeks, his mouth, lips still apart. Taemin leans down and licks into Jongin’s open mouth, tasting himself, the salty bitterness, and he smiles against his lips.
“Good boy,” Taemin says again, and Jongin is beaming proudly, unconsciously rutting against the bedspread as his cock hardens at the praise. “But no more of that.” Taemin stills his hips instantly with one hand, and retrieves the towel from earlier. He wipes Jongin’s face tenderly before attending to his erection. “Hard again already? My Jongin is feeling needy tonight, isn’t he?”
Jongin nods, nuzzling against Taemin’s chest as he collapses against him tiredly. “Jongin wants…”
“Hmm? Tell Sir, what does Jongin want?” Taemin dusts kisses along his hairline, petting his lower back gently. “Does Jongin want to be used again?”
Jongin nods sleepily.
“But you’re tired now, aren’t you?” Taemin says with a sigh. “What shall we do? If Jongin is too tired to do any work, then how is he supposed to come?”
Jongin blushes again, blinking rapidly, before leaning up to whisper an idea in Taemin’s ear.
“So Jongin wants a little goodnight treat to send him to sleep?” Taemin muses, laughing aloud at Jongin’s embarrassment. “I guess we can do that. Come on then, on your back for me.”
Jongin gets into position quickly, lying back comfortably on his back with knees bent and feet spread wide apart, opening himself up for Taemin. Taemin sits between his legs and rests the bottle of lube on Jongin’s stomach, pressing a quick kiss to his knee. Jongin is often too embarrassed to ask for this, or even admit that he likes it, but tonight he’s already relaxed and boneless from their earlier play. It makes it easier for Taemin to get his whole fist inside of him when he’s like this, and tonight, Jongin’s so giving and malleable that Taemin has hopes that it won’t feel like his entire hand is getting crushed. Nonetheless, he takes his time massaging Jongin’s rim, entering one finger, and then two. The involuntary tensing of muscle is still there, but he adds more lube and another finger, and soon Jongin is a writhing mess, tears streaming out of his eyes and his hair tousled and tangled against the pillows as Taemin leans down to press his tongue against the base of Jongin’s cock.
“More?”
“More, please Sir, please, more,” Jongin pants, breathless as Taemin kisses the soft skin of his stomach.
Taemin thrusts in and out of him, spreading his fingers inside of Jongin, who bucks up and away from his hand at the sudden stretch.
“Talk to me, Jongin,” Taemin says softly, withdrawing his fingers. “Doing okay?”
“Yes,” Jongin says, blinking away tears. “Please, again. I can take it.”
“Of course you can, Jongin,” Taemin says. “You’re such a good boy, you're taking my fingers so well, aren't you?”
Three fingers go back in easily, and soon Taemin is pouring more lube onto his hand as he slowly presses in the fourth. He pauses and waits for Jongin’s reaction, and is gratified when Jongin rolls his head back and moans lowly, biting his lip as he clenches around Taemin’s hand. They rest here like this for a few moments, Jongin flushed and trembling from the fullness inside of him. Taemin knows Jongin is ready for his thumb to join the rest of his hand when Jongin begins to fuck himself slowly onto Taemin’s fingers, and he squeezes more lube onto Jongin’s rim before steadily pushing in his thumb. Taemin doesn't think he’ll ever get used to the sight of all his fingers being inside of Jongin; he twists his wrist gently, and already Jongin is tossing and whining like he’s coming apart.
It doesn’t take much for Jongin to start begging for permission to come; every slight movement of Taemin’s fist seems magnified a thousandfold, stimulating every single nerve and muscle inside of him. He’s so intensely full of Taemin, almost too full as he rolls his hips upwards, and he's so close. All he knows is Taemin-all he can feel is Taemin-Taemin inside of him, Taemin mouthing the tip of his cock, Taemin whispering, “Come for me,” and then Jongin is coming with a broken cry, breathless with exertion as Taemin’s fist pulls out of him with a heady drag, taking with it all the tension in Jongin’s body.
Totally spent, Jongin lets his knees fall to the side as he curls up into the pillows. Taemin cleans his hands quickly before giving Jongin a thorough wipe and a kiss, dragging the blankets back onto the bed.
“You were so good, Jongin,” Taemin says quietly against his scalp, and Jongin hums nonsensically, hands reaching out for Taemin. Taemin obliges him and bundles him in blankets, wrapping an arm around him as he pets his hair soothingly. “I’m so proud of you.”
Taemin waits until Jongin’s eyes are closed and his breathing is steady before he extracts himself from the bed. Unfortunately, Jongin jerks awake at his absence.
“Where are you going?” he mumbles sleepily.
“To make sure our house doesn’t burn down,” Taemin says, gesturing at the still lit candles. “Go back to sleep.”
“No,” Jongin pouts. “Come spoon me.”
“So demanding,” Taemin says, shaking his head as he blows out the candles. “Come on, let’s get you undressed then.”
Jongin holds out his arms and legs grudgingly, letting Taemin peel off his stockings and panties. He flops back down on the bed as Taemin undresses himself and turns off the lamp, immediately latching onto Taemin as soon as he gets back under the blankets.
Jongin fidgets next to him as he tries to get comfortable. “Does Wonshik really think we play video games at night?”
“Shut up and go to sleep,” Taemin groans, clapping a hand over Jongin’s mouth. “You’re so noisy!”
“But we can have sex now, right?”
“We already had sex! Go to sleep!”
“I knew you’d cave,” Jongin trills, voice smug. “Did you like my panties? With the keyhole in the back? For your dick?”
“Jongin, seriously.”
“And you totally did give in…I can’t believe you got all dressed up for me and prepared all these things. You caved so hard,” Jongin says sleepily.
“I was trying to make it up to you, on my own terms! I don’t know why you felt you had to get all dressed up too. I suppose you were trying to seduce me because you thought I was that weak.” Taemin presses a kiss to his forehead. “Now shut up and let me sleep so that I can fuck you again in the morning.”
“Promise?”
Taemin wraps a hand around Jongin’s neck and squeezes gently.
“If you’re good.”
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On Saturday afternoon, Taemin comes home after his grocery run and realises that he can’t find his children or his boyfriend. He’s struck by immediate confusion and slight panic, but recovers enough to dial Jongin’s number.
There’s ringing coming from upstairs.
Bounding up the stairs quickly, he calls Jongin's name and bursts into their bedroom, looking wildly from left to right.
“Jongin? Are you there? Where are the kids? Why is the house so quiet? What-”
Taemin closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and opens them again.
“Why is that up your ass? And more importantly, where the fuck are our children?”
“Yixing and Sehun have them. Just because you got in first with your seduction plan, doesn’t mean I’m giving up on mine. Now get over here and replace this massive dildo with your cock before I get too attached to it.” Jongin rolls out of bed and waddles over to him, one hand holding the base of the dildo so it doesn't slide out.
Taemin shifts from foot to foot, still recovering from the emotional whiplash of thinking momentarily that his entire family had been abducted and then finding his boyfriend in bed with a giant silicone dick in his ass.
“Well?” Jongin looks at him expectantly.
Taemin sighs, and reaches out to put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Jongin.”
Jongin looks nervous. “Why…what’s wrong?”
“I need to put the meat in the freezer before it goes off.”
“…You’re such a dad.”
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a/n: sorry for the total whiplash; five thousand words of domestic bliss and then suddenly there’s excruciatingly paced kinky sex. thanks matchynishi for all the moral support and the cute taekai inspirational gifs and fanart! couldn’t have done it without you, and really, i only wrote this because of you. it just…got a bit out of control.
also just a note on the kink! in this fic, taemin and jongin have a longstanding negotiated D/s dynamic so that's why they can have a scene like this that’s a ‘surprise’ to jongin; they have their own ways of checking in with one another that might not be so explicit but i just want it to be clear that negotiating a scene beforehand and establishing proper consent and checking in with your partner is very important! also they don’t use barrier protection here because they’re life partners who only have sex with one another. i encourage all readers to practice safer sex and to use lots of lube. lube is important. okay bye, i need to PRAY FOR MY ETERNAL SOUL omfg.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Domestic AU. D/s dynamics, bondage, impact play (spanking, flogging), boys in lingerie, oral sex, praise kink, fisting, rimming.
Pairing: Jongin/Taemin.
Length: ~9000.
Jongin wakes with a start as something heavy and warm drops onto his stomach, interrupting a very pleasant dream about a fried chicken fairytale castle.
“Go back to bed, it’s Saturday,” he says blearily, eyes half closed as he swats at what he assumes are two small children. Since learning to walk, Moonkyu and Wonshik have developed a bad habit of invading their room first thing each morning, and he personally can’t wait until they grow up and discover that sleeping in is actually the closest thing to heaven on earth.
Instead, an adult-sized hand slams down on his chest. “Kim Jongin! Wake up and make hyung some food.”
“Eh?” Jongin finally opens his eyes properly and looks up at his boyfriend. “Ugh. You.”
“That’s not a very nice way to greet the love of your life,” Taemin huffs. “What about something like ‘good morning sweetheart, I’ve prepared a delicious meal for you to eat in bed while I worship your flawless body’?”
“Sleepy,” Jongin says sleepily, and attempts to push Taemin off him. It’s no easy feat, since Taemin is straddling his waist, thighs firmly placed on either side of him.
“But I’m hungry!”
“Can’t you make breakfast today?” Jongin gives up on trying to get rid of Taemin, and instead pulls him down to lie on his chest, nuzzling the older man’s neck. “It's still sleep time.”
Taemin relents for the moment, letting Jongin pull the sheets back over them for optimum snuggling.
“I’ll let you sleep for another ten minutes, but after this you have to feed me, okay?”
“Of course,” Jongin agrees, already slipping back into unconsciousness. Taemin extracts himself from Jongin’s arms and pulls on a dressing gown before leaving their bedroom.
Jongin has barely made full use of his meagre ten minutes when Wonshik bursts into the room, Moonkyu following not far behind. Both are yodelling excitedly. And loudly. Jongin forces himself to sit up and refrains from throwing a pillow at his boyfriend, who stands by the door grinning smugly.
“The kids are awake,” Taemin says needlessly. “And we’re all hungry.”
“Very hungry, papa!” Wonshik chimes in, and crawls into bed next to Jongin. Moonkyu pouts as he jumps up and down next to the bed, too short to pull himself onto it. Jongin shoots a withering glare at Taemin and lifts his youngest son onto his lap.
“I set the timer on the rice cooker last night so the rice is already done. You just have to do some soup and stuff! There are leftovers in the fridge too,” Jongin points out. “You could’ve checked before you brought in the big guns.”
Taemin only smiles, and walks over to sit on the edge of the bed. Wonshik immediately clambers over to him and drapes his arms over his father’s shoulders.
“It’s time for you to wake up anyway,” Taemin says, getting up and pulling Wonshik into a piggy back. “Come on. Race you to the kitchen.”
“Me! Me!” Moonkyu says eagerly, hitting Jongin’s chest and pointing to his older brother. Jongin holds back a smile and lets Moonkyu grab hold of his neck as he stands.
“Papa sleepy head,” Moonkyu coos, and gives him sloppy wet kisses along his hairline.
“Hold on tight,” Jongin warns, and chases after Taemin.
Taemin is already heating up soup and leftovers by the time Jongin and Moonkyu make it downstairs.
“If you were going to make breakfast all along then why did you have to drag me out of bed?” Jongin complains, setting Moonkyu down on the kitchen bench.
“No butts on the table,” Taemin says, tapping the side of the pot with a pair of wooden chopsticks.
Jongin responds by hopping up on the bench himself.
Taemin raises his eyebrows at Wonshik. “So naughty, those two. But Wonshik is a good boy, right?”
Jongin eyes Wonshik conspiratorially and pats the bench next to him. “Want to come up here?” Wonshik nods and raises his hands for Jongin to lift him up. Soon, all three of them are seated on the kitchen bench, following Jongin’s lead in heckling Taemin to cook faster.
“You are such a bad influence,” Taemin whines, bumping Jongin’s knee with his butt on his way to the rice cooker.
“What that?” Moonkyu asks curiously.
“It means that your father teaches you two to do bad things,” Taemin explains with a smile. He scoops out four bowls of rice and gestures at Wonshik to help him carry them over to the dining table.
“I do not!” Jongin protests as he helps Wonshik jump to the floor. He looks at the children. “I don’t teach you bad things. We’re just teasing, aren’t we?”
“Teasing is a bad thing!” Taemin shoots back. “You shouldn’t tease people, boys. They might tease you back. With rocks.”
“Don’t scare Moonkyu,” Jongin says. He pats the boy’s head. “No one’s going to throw rocks at you. Probably.”
Moonkyu, barely following the complex conversation going on around him, nods cutely. “Okay papa!” He claps his hands together and points to the rice cooker. “Off?”
Jongin pulls him into his arms and kisses his plump cheeks. “Clever boy! Not off yet, we wait until everyone finishes eating, then we turn it off, okay? It keeps the rice warm.”
They join the others at the kitchen table, where Taemin is loading Wonshik’s bowl with fish and beansprouts. Jongin does the same for Moonkyu, except in smaller portions, and then serves himself.
“So, now that we’re all awake, what should we do today?” Taemin says cheerily, taking a sip of his soup.
“Go back to bed?” Jongin suggests. He nuzzles the top of Moonkyu’s head. “How about it, kid? Pillow forts and nap time?”
“Bad. Influence. They won’t be able to sleep tonight if they sleep too much during the day. They’re not babies anymore,” Taemin scolds. “I thought we could go to the library and then go to the park in the afternoon!”
Moonkyu beats the table with his spoon excitedly. “Park! Park! Moonkyu like park.”
“Don’t bang the table, Moonkyu,” Taemin chides gently. Moonkyu screws his face up, about to cry, but Jongin tickles him in the side just in time and he dissolves into raucous giggles instead.
“Do you know where my library books are?” Wonshik asks. He has rice all over the lower half of his face, and a few grains have migrated to cling to his fringe. They’ll have to get him a haircut soon.
“You need to keep track of your own library books from now on, you’re a big boy,” Jongin says. “I’ll show you how to check online to see how many books you have, but you have to find them yourself, okay?”
Wonshik’s face lights up. “I can use the computer?”
“Just for a little bit,” Taemin says. “And finish your food first.”
“Okay!” Wonshik cheers.
“Wonshik, no!” Jongin groans, watching in dismay as Wonshik proceeds to take Taemin’s conditions to be a personal challenge to shovel food indiscriminately into his mouth as fast as he can. “Eat slowly, one bite at a time. Chew. You need to chew. And swallow.”
Wonshik pouts, but slows down and lets Taemin wipe the sides of his mouth (and his cheeks, and his forehead) clean.
After breakfast, Taemin tricks Jongin into washing up while he shows Wonshik how to use the library website. Moonkyu stays in his booster seat at the dining table, kicking his feet happily when Jongin gives him the inner bowl of the rice cooker to scrape clean. Moonkyu loves the chewy, slightly overcooked bits of rice stuck to the bottom of the bowl. Taemin, probably due to some lie he was told as a child, thinks that those bits are burnt and bad for the health, but Jongin reckons it’s not such a bad thing for children to build up a good immune system by eating whatever they can get their hands on. Besides, waste not want not-and it means less scrubbing for Jongin when he finally does clean it.
“Do you want to borrow anything from the library, Moonkyu?” Jongin asks conversationally as he begins washing the rice bowls and cutlery.
“Uh huh,” Moonkyu says, peering inside the bowl curiously. Jongin smiles as he watches his son run his hands over the little measuring markers on the inside of the inner bowl. “It’s bumpy!” he observes.
“It’s so we know how much rice and water to put in. See the lines and the numbers?” Jongin explains. “Are you done with helping papa clean? I’m going to wash your bowl now, is that okay?”
Moonkyu nods and lifts the big bowl with both hands, passing it to Jongin. “Moonkyu help papa!”
“Yes baby, you’re very helpful,” Jongin says.
“I found all my books!” Wonshik calls as he runs down the stairs.
“Don’t run down the stairs!” Taemin calls as he runs down the stairs after him.
“Good boy,” Jongin says, washing his hands clean. “I’m going upstairs to get changed and then we can go.”
Taemin helps Moonkyu to the ground and wipes his mouth clean with a tissue. “Let’s get your shoes and socks on! Wonshik, how about you go find some socks for you and your brother.”
Wonshik nods obediently, running off again. Taemin halfheartedly calls, “Don’t run in the house!” after him, but trails off when Jongin barks out a laugh and shakes his head.
“He’s going to run no matter how many times you remind him, honestly,” Jongin says. “Remember when he first started crawling? I’ve never seen a kid defy so many childproofing measures.”
“If he grows up with permanent dents in his skull from crashing into things, you can’t say I didn’t try,” Taemin retorts.
Jongin laughs at him again and grabs him by the waist, pressing a kiss to Taemin’s neck.
“You try so hard,” Jongin says sweetly. “So I think he’s going to be fine.”
Taemin just rolls his eyes, and shoos Moonkyu upstairs.
/
Since its establishment, Taemin and Jongin’s household has been constant host to a stream of bachelor ‘uncles’ who come and go and eat all their groceries while they’re there. Taemin can hear one of them downstairs now as he halfheartedly does his morning stretches. Neither of them are as flexible as they used to be, and Jongin had been insistent that to maintain their current standard of intercourse, they must both complete a set of stretches each day that Jongin himself had personally devised.
Taemin privately thinks that as long as Jongin keeps being a needy bottom bitch, he can afford to let himself go a bit.
“You can’t eat my kiwi fruit! I bought them just for myself! Everyone always wants to eat my things! You are in my house!”
“I’m the reason you guys are even together!”
“I’m three months older than you!”
“Oh yeah? Did those extra three months help you become less of a total loser?”
“Who’re you calling loser, loser?”
“What are you, twelve?”
“What does that make you, eleven years and nine months old?”
Taemin gives up on his lunges after the second set and quickly throws on a shirt so that he can go downstairs and intervene. Every time Sehun visits, he subjects Jongin to endless torment in the form of ‘relationship advice’. Sehun feels totally responsible for bringing Jongin and Taemin together, and he hasn’t stopped reminding Jongin of the fact-mostly because it results in Jongin making him dinner.
“Hi boys,” Taemin says loudly as he strides into the kitchen, interrupting them in the middle of a slappy fight. “Good morning.”
“Sorry hyung,” Sehun says meekly. “Did we wake you?”
Taemin raises an eyebrow. “No, don’t worry about it, I was already awake.” He turns to Jongin. “Where are the children? I mean, the ones we’re raising together.”
“In the study,” Jongin says, having the decency to look slightly ashamed of being caught in such a compromising situation. “Wonshik badgered me into letting him have half an hour on the computer and Moonkyu’s watching.”
“You’re so weak,” Sehun observes. “You may as well be raising one another.”
“We can be very disciplined,” Jongin protests. “We just don’t want to be too strict on them! I don’t want them to hate us.”
Sehun rolls his eyes. “Of course they’ll hate you. You’re their parents.”
Jongin looks at Taemin pitifully. “Do you think our sons will hate us?”
“Probably a little bit,” Taemin says, shrugging. “Don’t you remember being a teenager?”
“It was probably a long time ago for ‘I’m three months older than you’ here,” Sehun jeers.
“We were born in the same year, jackass,” Jongin shoots back.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!”
“Seriously? Grow the fuck up,” Taemin huffs, and grabs a banana from the fruit bowl before leaving them alone to bicker in the kitchen.
The children are playing quietly in the study. Moonkyu is reading aloud earnestly from an upside down picture book, and Taemin has to commend him for his imagination in inventing an entire story on his own, since he can’t see any way that his son is actually managing to read from the pages.
“Bang! Bang bang bang!”
“What are you playing, Wonshik?” Taemin looks at the computer monitor with some consternation.
Wonshik takes off his headphones and pauses his game. “It’s called Intergalactic: Death Match! It’s a game about battleships! In space! You fly through space and dodge asteroids and then you blow up the other ships! Don’t you and papa play this too?”
Taemin’s eyes widen. “We don’t play this game, Wonshik. What are you talking about?”
“In your bedroom! After you tuck us in to sleep. I hear you and papa playing video games. You should use headphones, like me! Then no one else can hear your battleships.” Wonshik looks thoughtful for a second. “But if you use headphones then only one person can hear the battleships so that’s not fun. But me and Moonkyu don’t mind much.”
“Oh god,” Taemin says faintly. He puts down the banana in his hand. “I’m sorry baby, me and papa won’t be so loud. When we play…battleships.”
Wonshik nods understandingly, and puts his headphones back on.
/
That night, as they’ve settled into bed, Taemin pokes Jongin in the side, and whispers sharply, “I think the boys can hear us when we have sex.”
“Can you not talk about those two things in the same sentence?” Jongin groans, rolling over and pushing a pillow into Taemin’s face. “Now I never want to have sex again.”
“Well good, because we’re not going to!” Taemin says through a mouthful of pillow. “We already have enough children. We no longer need to have sex, ever. Ever.”
“We adopted them,” Jongin points out. “We didn’t make them ourselves. With sex.”
“Not the point! Once you have children, you totally don’t need to have sex.”
“Is that what you try to tell yourself about your own parents?”
“This conversation needs to end right now,” Taemin grumbles. “I’m trying to sleep.”
“So was I, until you started talking about how you never want to bury your dick in this luscious booty ever again.” Jongin drapes an arm and a leg over Taemin’s side. “You wanna go now?”
“When you put it like that, I really don’t want to,” Taemin snaps, slapping Jongin’s leg away.
“Wow Tae, are you turning down sex? You really are getting old.”
“Stop talking or go sleep on the couch like a good boy, why don’t you?” Taemin heaves his entire body onto Jongin’s in an effort to quash his dissenting spirit. “Go to sleep.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes! Deadly serious!”
“But I want to have sex!” Jongin whines.
“Just because we’re together, doesn’t mean your ass is entitled to anything. Besides, think of the children.”
“Stop trying to make me think of my sons when I have a boner, you weirdo.”
“Why the heck do you even have a boner?”
“You’re lying on top of me!”
“I swear to god, Kim Jongin…”
/
Jongin doesn’t think that Taemin is serious about not having sex ever again, but when Taemin still hasn’t caved after two weeks of wheedling and pestering, he starts getting worried.
“It’s been a whole fortnight!” Jongin hisses into the phone, hand covering his mouth. He watches from across the room as Taemin helps Moonkyu put together a puzzle. Moonkyu seems more interested in putting the sky pieces into his mouth.
“Is that a long time? I thought you had a family now. That means your sex life is all dried up, right?” Sehun doesn’t sound at all concerned.
“We have a lot of sex, thank you very much. Had. We had a lot of sex.”
“I don’t think that’s normal,” Sehun says. Now he sounds concerned. “How do you have time to do anything else? Like raise children?”
“Well, sometimes it’s just a quickie while we’re doing the laundry. But now both the kids can walk so we can’t really leave lube lying around everywhere.”
“Jongin!” Sehun exclaims, scandalised. “I’ve touched your washing machine! Tell me honestly. Has your bare ass been on the washing machine?”
“Just my torso,” Jongin says offhandedly.
“I’ll never come over again.”
“Is it because I’ve come over everything, because…”
“I’m hanging up the phone!” Sehun threatens.
“Wait, no!” Jongin protests. “I need your help!”
“With what?”
“I need to seduce Taemin.”
“I am definitely hanging up. I can’t believe you called me to complain about this.”
“Please, Sehun. You’re my best friend, right?”
“I thought Taemin was your best friend,” Sehun sighs. “Fine. What do you want?”
“I need to have sex!”
“I absolutely cannot help you with that,” Sehun says immediately. He takes a deep breath. “Okay. How about this. You negotiate an open relationship where you go out and fuck other people.”
“That’s a little drastic, don’t you think? Besides, I don’t want to fuck other people. I just want Taemin to fuck me,” Jongin says.
“I wish you wouldn’t tell me these things,” Sehun says. “Well, is there anything he’s really into that you haven’t done in a while? Maybe you can surprise him with something.”
“Oh! You mean like…”
“You don’t need to say it out loud! Just think it!” Sehun butts in. “I do not need to know what kind of sick shit Taemin is into.”
“I don’t see why you’re so prudish about this, Sehun,” Jongin says.
“I’m not prudish. You just overshare. I’m hanging up now, in case you accidentally tell me your grand plan of master seduction,” Sehun says.
“Fuck you,” Jongin says into the dial tone.
“What that mean?” Moonkyu asks, having toddled over to Jongin during the phone call.
“Nothing, baby,” Jongin says quickly. “What’s this?” He pries a sodden handful of blue puzzle pieces from Moonkyu’s tiny fist. “Are you eating your toys again?”
“I put in my mouth!” Moonkyu claims proudly.
“No, Moonkyu, you’re not supposed to put them in your mouth,” Jongin says with a laugh, and picks him up. “Come on, let’s put these back in the box, okay?”
He carries Moonkyu back over to Taemin, and plops him onto the couch.
“I’m going out to pick up something from the shops,” Jongin announces. “Want me to bring anything back?”
“Yourself, in one piece,” Taemin says wryly.
Jongin puts the soggy puzzle pieces back on the coffee table. “I’ll try to manage. Will you be okay with the kids for an hour or so?”
“Of course.”
“Call me if you need anything,” Jongin says. He’s glad that Taemin doesn’t ask him what he’s going out to buy, because he’s never been very good at lying to him.
/
“So…” Taemin says, bumping Jongin with his hip as they wash dishes side by side.
“Hmm?” Jongin hands him another plate to dry. “What?”
“What did you get for me?” Taemin asks, grinning widely. He takes the plate and begins wiping it vigorously. “And can I have it now?”
Jongin blanches. “No! What? I didn’t get you anything!”
“You’re useless at this,” Taemin says. “I know you’re hiding something from me. You literally ran into the house and up the stairs before I even realised the car had pulled into the garage. You know I’ll find it anyway.”
“Aren’t I allowed to have secrets?” Jongin pouts.
“Not when they involve me,” Taemin says.
“How do you know I got anything for you? For all you know, maybe I got something for myself!”
“Ah, so you did get something!”
“Well of course, I said I was going shopping.”
“So it’s something you can buy in a shop, but want to keep secret from me,” Taemin muses. “So when are you going to give it to me? We just had our anniversary. And my birthday isn’t for another few months.”
“You’ll find out sooner or later.”
“Hah!” Taemin shouts, thrusting his tea towel into the air. “I knew it! So it is for me!”
“Shut up,” Jongin says, mentally berating himself for falling so easily for Taemin’s manipulation. All these years together, and Jongin still hasn’t gotten any better at resisting him.
“Do I get it soon?”
“No.”
“How about now?”
“No.”
“But I want it!”
“Too bad.”
Jongin drains the sink and reflects that this exchange is way too similar to all the other conversations he’s had with Taemin for the past week, except that Taemin had been on the receiving end, and Jongin had been the one badgering him. For sex.
Taemin is way more persistent than Jongin can ever be, however, mostly because Taemin has spent most of his life trying to convince Jongin to do certain things for him, whereas Jongin just doesn’t have the same level of tenacity or experience. Taemin doesn’t hold back all evening, and resumes the barrage of pleas during an oblivious Moonkyu’s bath, and during the children’s bedtime preparations.
“I told you, you’ll find out soon,” Jongin says, the semblance of perfect calm as he tucks Wonshik’s tiger toy under the blankets with the small boy. “There, is that all comfy?”
“Yup,” he says, squirming and giggling. “Papa!” he calls to Taemin. “Come here! I have a secret to tell you!”
“A secret, hmm? Just for me?” Taemin’s eyes light up, and he shoves Jongin aside gleefully. “I’ll lean in and you can whisper it in my ear, okay?” He leans in close, exaggerating the motion of cupping a hand around his ear. Jongin scowls and turns away to kiss Moonkyu goodnight.
“Are you and papa fighting? Because I haven’t heard you play battleships anymore!” Wonshik whispers.
“We…we got headphones, baby,” Taemin whispers back. He frowns. “I hope you haven’t been staying awake at night listening to us.”
“No,” Wonshik says solemnly, shaking his head. “Wonshik has been sleeping!”
“There’s a good boy. You go to sleep now too, okay?” Taemin straightens up and pats Wonshik on the head. “Goodnight then.”
“Goodnight papa! Don’t play too late, even if you have headphones! You need to sleep too,” Wonshik says cheerily.
Taemin resists the urge to wince, and instead kisses both his sons on the forehead before Jongin drags him to their bedroom.
“What did Wonshik want to say to you?” Jongin asks, sitting down on the bed.
“Secret,” Taemin says smugly. “If you can have secrets, then I can too.”
“My secret is my secret. Wonshik’s secrets are our secrets.”
“That’s bullshit. Plus, it’s nothing big, seriously,” Taemin assures him. “He just told us not to spend the entire night fucking loudly.”
“What?!” Jongin shrieks, slamming his hand down on their bedspread. “What the fuck, Taemin?”
Taemin rolls his eyes. “I’m kidding. We just talked about kid stuff.”
Jongin glares at him suspiciously, but begins stripping off his clothes. Taemin walks over to the bed and crawls into Jongin’s lap, tugging at his shirt.
“Can I help?” he asks with a smirk. He slides his fingers suggestively under Jongin’s waistband and squeezes gently.
“No, go away,” Jongin says curtly, whipping his shirt off over his head and tossing it on the floor. “I’m not speaking to you!”
“Come on, do you really want to know? He thinks we play Intergalactic: Death Match! in our room when they’re sleeping and he asked why he hasn’t heard battleships in a while. So I told him we got headphones to keep the noise down, and he told us not to play too late,” Taemin explains.
“Do you even know how ridiculous you sound?” Jongin snorts. “You can’t possibly expect me to believe that.”
“But it’s true!” Taemin sighs and stands up to take off his clothes. He gets under the blankets without waiting for Jongin, and crosses his arms sullenly. “I told you the truth and you’re still not happy.”
Jongin glares at him and gets up to turn off the light, before padding over and sliding under the blankets, still refusing to touch Taemin.
“Come on, don’t be mad,” Taemin says with a sigh, curling an arm around Jongin. “That’s really what we were talking about. That’s it. It’s no big deal, okay? Wonshik didn’t mean to keep it a secret from you. He's just having fun, he’s a kid, you know?”
Jongin rolls over and burrows his face in his pillow, ignoring him. Taemin groans and slaps a hand over his face. Jongin rarely gets mad, especially not at Taemin, but then again, Taemin knows how grumpy his boyfriend can get when he’s been deprived of sex for too long. Truth be told, Taemin isn’t coping well with the self-enforced dry spell either, and he resolves to make it up to his long-suffering Jongin as soon as he can convince Kibum and Jonghyun to take the boys for a sleepover.
/
Jongin fingers the delicate lace undergarments that he’s hidden under the sink, and mentally thinks through their schedule for the next week. He figures Taemin will be too tired from work all week to be any use on Friday night, so he’s decided to ask Sehun and Yixing to look after the kids on Saturday night. Even if a sleepy Taemin is an easily seduced Taemin, Jongin wants Taemin to be in peak physical condition for his plans.
“Jongin?”
“In the kitchen!” he shouts, standing and closing the cupboard door quietly so as not to arouse suspicion. “Welcome home!”
Taemin sticks his head into the room and beams. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“I just dropped the kids off at Jonghyun-hyung’s,” Taemin says proudly. “Apparently there’s a TV show that they started watching with Wonshik and they won’t finish it without him there.”
“That’s cute,” Jongin says, mind immediately ticking. “How was work?”
“Not too bad,” Taemin says, smiling. “Pretty quiet.” He stretches. “I’m going to have a shower. Want to join me?”
“I’m still cooking dinner,” Jongin says. “I’ll have a shower before bed.” He watches Taemin run upstairs, and immediately bends down to pull the newly-bought lingerie back out from under the sink, hiding it under his shirt. When he hears Taemin start the shower, he goes into their bedroom and rolls up a clean towel around the undergarments. He’ll bring it into the bathroom with him during his shower and change into it while Taemin gets ready for bed. It’s not quite the red wine and roses that he’d planned for Saturday, but he’s definitely not waiting any longer than he has to.
By the time Taemin has finished his shower, Jongin has just started setting out the food in the living room. Again, it’s not quite the fancy dinner he’d had planned to romance his boyfriend into their bed (and his sphincter), but the sudden change of plans hasn’t allowed him much time to prepare, so they’ll have to make do by cuddling extra close during dinner.
Taemin pulls on a clean t-shirt and some boxer shorts after his shower, not bothering to getting properly dressed since it’s just the two of them tonight. The items for Jongin’s surprise are all hidden under his socks, and he’ll have plenty of time to get them ready before Jongin gets out of the shower later.
Downstairs, Jongin is curled up on the couch, wrapped in blankets. He looks up as he hears Taemin enter the room, and waves him over. “I thought we could eat here tonight,” he says. “Since the kids aren’t here, I didn’t bother setting the table.”
Taemin flops on top of him and demands to be fed. Jongin acquiesces, picking up his chopsticks.
“No, do it with your hands!” Taemin commands.
Jongin raises his eyebrows sceptically, considering the logistics of Taemin’s orders. “You want me to put rice in your mouth…with my hands?”
“Well, not the rice, but the other things. It’ll be sensual!”
“You are so weird, Taemin,” Jongin says, rolling his eyes and putting down his chopsticks petulantly. “Feed yourself then, if you’re going to be fussy.” Taemin pouts.
They finish dinner and Jongin puts on a movie. He feels warm and solid beneath Taemin, and he can’t help but press a gentle kiss to his boyfriend’s lips. It feels like ages since they’ve last actually touched lips, and he can tell Jongin is thinking the same thing, because he leans into the kiss eagerly, sighing against Taemin’s mouth. Taemin doesn’t want it to get too far on the couch though, because he has too many fun things prepared upstairs for them to end up stuck here all night, so he pulls away.
This time, Jongin’s the one to pout as Taemin turns back to the television. He can see that he’s going to have to try a lot harder than he’d anticipated with the seduction game. Taemin seems totally resolute in ignoring his advances. Maybe he really is serious about the no-sex-forever-and-ever thing. But no matter; Jongin is sure that after tonight, he’ll definitely be able to get Taemin to do what he wants for once.
/
As soon as Jongin closes the bathroom door, Taemin gets to work. Shimmying out of his clothes, he quickly crosses to the dresser and pulls out all the necessary equipment. Out comes the leather whip that hasn’t seen the light of day for two months, as well as the black leather harness and cuffs that Jonghyun had gifted him for his twentieth birthday.
To this day, Jonghyun still won’t explain whether it’s a joke gift or not, but either way, Taemin puts on the harness and puts the cuffs aside-they came in a set with the harness, but he thinks that tonight they’ll look much better on Jongin’s wrists. Jongin loves the way black lace looks against Taemin’s skin, so for tonight, he wriggles into the black lace stockings and garter belt that, thanks to Jongin’s mandated morning workout routines, still both magically fit on his body. He then bundles up all their blankets and shoves them aside, before knotting some soft rope on either side of the bed frame.
Finally, he lights some of the candles on top of the dresser, and turns off all the other lights, leaving on just a dim lamp on the bedside table. Preparations complete, he sprawls on top of the bed and waits patiently for Jongin to come out of the bathroom and be totally and pleasantly surprised.
Meanwhile, Jongin has a foot propped up on the side of the bathtub, carefully shaving his legs from ankle to knee. Every part of his body has been meticulously washed, and all that remains is to finish shaving and get dressed. He’s got a new pair of white mesh panties; sheer, with a large heart-shaped cut-out detail in the back. Taemin has always appreciated ‘easy access’. A silky blush-pink bow is fixed above the cut-out, the ends of the ribbon hiding some of the otherwise revealed skin. Much as he knows Taemin likes snapping garter elastics against his thighs, he pulls on lace-edged thigh-high socks instead, also in a milky white. He doesn’t like wearing socks or stockings at all, at least not for long, so he’ll keep them on just long enough for the dramatic effect. He rather hopes that Taemin will help him take them off.
Jongin is wary of taking too much time, since he doesn’t want Taemin to fall asleep before he even exits the bathroom. Giving himself one last look in the steamy mirror, he swallows deeply, and nods at his reflection encouragingly.
If this doesn't work, then he's going to have to invest in some kind of vibrating jackhammer to relieve himself in the future.
Opening the door slowly, he peers out around it and balks.
“I think one of us is going to have to change,” Jongin says hesitantly, taking in the vision of Taemin spread lazily across the bed in striking black leather and lace.
Taemin rolls his eyes at him. “If I’m not getting any, then you’re not getting any. So come get some.”
Jongin blushes deeply. “T-T-Tae…”
“I’m not going to ask again, Jongin. Come to Sir right now,” Taemin says, his voice suddenly clear and authoritative.
Taemin’s expression doesn’t betray any surprise at what Jongin is wearing when he steps out from behind the bathroom door, but he can’t help the involuntary shiver that runs through him at the sight of Jongin’s long lean legs encased in white stockings, and his soft cock pressed against himself inside the sheer panties. Jongin responds instantly to Taemin’s command, all the tenseness in his body melting away as he moves obediently towards the bed, legs folded beneath him as he kneels in front of Taemin on the mattress.
“What a good boy I have,” Taemin says affectionately, reaching out to wrap a hand gently around Jongin’s neck. “Does my Jonginnie want to play with Sir tonight?”
Jongin nods silently, eyes downcast as he waits for Taemin’s orders. Taemin’s grip feels strong and comforting, and although his heart rate escalates immediately, Taemin’s hand around his neck is an automatic mental and emotional balm.
“Come here,” Taemin says, leaning back against the pillows as he beckons Jongin towards him. Jongin crawls to him, curling up in Taemin’s lap as Taemin cradles him against his chest. “Have you missed Sir?”
Jongin blushes, voice soft as he says, “Jongin has missed Sir a lot.”
“And can Jongin tell me what he’s missed most?” Taemin says encouragingly, massaging Jongin’s lower back. His hand caresses the silky bow at the edge of Jongin’s panties, slipping down to gently squeeze the exposed flesh of his backside.
“I…I don’t know,” Jongin says, flustered. “Lots of things.”
Taemin hushes him soothingly. “Did you miss Sir kissing you? Or touching you?” He presses a soft kiss to Jongin’s temples. “What about having Sir inside of you?” Taemin slides his hand even further down and Jongin whimpers, grinding back against him. “Use your words, Jongin. Tell Sir what you want.”
Jongin is biting his lip, face flushed with embarrassment as he looks up at Taemin pleadingly. “Jongin wants...Jongin wants Sir inside of him. Jongin wants to be fucked hard.”
“Good boy, Jongin.” Taemin beams and kisses him full on the mouth. He pulls away. “Maybe later.”
Leaving Jongin frowning in confusion on the bed, he gets up and walks over to the dresser, where the leather whip is sitting, surrounded by lit candles. When Taemin picks it up, testing its weight in his hand, Jongin’s breath hitches, and he sits up a little straighter. Taemin shoots a knowing smile in his direction, hand running along the tails of the whip as he walks back over to the bed. He only has to gesture once before Jongin is crawling over to him, looking up at him expectantly.
Taemin takes hold of his neck once more and bends down to kiss him in a way that has Jongin whining weakly, body limp as Taemin pushes him back against the pillows, pressing his hardening cock against Jongin’s stomach. Jongin can feel Taemin pulse against him, and wants more than anything to feel the same thing inside of him. He tilts his pelvis forwards in an attempt to create more friction, but Taemin immediately clenches his hips between his thighs, preventing any further movement.
“Stay still for me, okay?” Taemin releases the ends of the whip and lets the tails fall gently onto Jongin’s torso, dragging them across his skin. Jongin is breathing heavily, eyes wide and limpid as Taemin strokes him with the tails of the whip. Each time the tails pass painfully slowly over his bare skin, Jongin shudders impatiently, the sensation of the leather leaving behind raised goosebumps. Taemin leans in, the whip between their chests, and presses soft, damp kisses against Jongin’s collarbones, his neck, his jaw. Taemin’s tongue flickering out against Jongin’s skin is the only warning he gets before Taemin sinks his teeth into his neck, drawing a high-pitched moan from Jongin as Taemin teases his pulse with his incisors.
“My Jonginnie is so pretty,” Taemin murmurs, grinding against Jongin’s erection one last time before he gets to his knees. “On your stomach, now.”
Jongin quickly rolls over. Taemin takes both his wrists and buckles the cuffs around them, securing the metal rings on each cuff to the ropes tied to either side of the headboard. In this position, Jongin’s entire lower body is pressed into the bed, which is most definitely Taemin’s intention as the whip comes down for the first time. The impact of the thud against his ass drives his cock against the bed, creating a glorious friction that Jongin knows won’t be relieved until Taemin deems fit.
“Count aloud for me, Jongin.”
“One,” Jongin says shakily, bracing himself for the next impact, the cuffs biting into his wrists as he hangs helplessly from the bed frame.
Taemin raises his arm again and brings the whip down slightly harder, watching as the dual pleasures of the stinging pain and the friction of the bedspread against his cock send Jongin bucking and canting, his fingers white from being clenched so hard together. His asscheeks are now a pretty pink, and his flesh tingles warmly when Taemin runs a hand over him.
“T-two.”
“Ready for more?”
Jongin hardly whimpers a ‘yes’ before Taemin brings the whip down again, this time with much shorter intervals between each impact as he flicks his wrist hard and fast, Jongin panting out each count with increasing desperation. When Taemin’s hand finally stills, Jongin is openly sobbing with need, every muscle tensed in an effort to hold back his release.
Rubbing Jongin’s back admiringly, Taemin sets the whip aside, and spreads Jongin’s legs so that he can kneel between them.
“How many was that, Jongin?”
“Thirty,” Jongin whispers. “Please, Sir, I need-”
“Good boys only speak when spoken to, don’t they, Jongin?” Taemin says, interrupting him. “Sir will give you what you deserve, when you deserve it. Stay still for me, okay?” He bends down and massages Jongin’s reddened cheeks gently, exhaling slowly against his opening. Jongin twitches beneath him, and Taemin grins, satisfied with his response. Jongin loves being opened up by Taemin’s mouth; loves the filthy stretch when Taemin has him wet and pliant enough to press his tongue inside. Although Taemin is holding Jongin down by the hips, Jongin still manages to rock forward and back against his open mouth. For that transgression, Taemin pulls away immediately.
“What did I say about staying still?” Taemin says harshly, jerking Jongin up by the hips. He unbuckles the cuffs, rubbing Jongin’s wrists to reinvigorate the circulation. “Hands and knees for me, now.” Jongin lets out a disgruntled huff, but doesn't say anything. Now that he’s elevated off the bed and his face isn't pressed into pillows, he looks back at Taemin, pouting and shaking his butt petulantly.
“There’s no use waving your ass at me,” Taemin warns, holding back a smile. “I told you to stay still.” He leaves one hand on Jongin’s hip, and raises the other one, making sure that Jongin can see what he’s about to do. Jongin doesn’t make a sound when Taemin’s hand makes contact with his already sore ass, defiantly glaring back at him every time Taemin delivers another smack.
“There’s no need to look at me like that,” Taemin says reproachfully. “When Sir tells you to stay still, you stay still. Are you going to stay still for me, or are you going to be a brat about it?”
Jongin doesn’t say anything; just sniffs and looks away, towards the headboard. Taemin lets the silence hang until Jongin looks back at him shamefaced, abashed and pining for more attention.
“Are you going to be a good boy for Sir now?”
“Yes Sir," Jongin says meekly.
“Good, because only good boys get Sir’s cock,” Taemin says. Jongin’s eyes light up, pleased at the implicit promise in Taemin’s words. Taemin forces Jongin’s knees under him so that he’s kneeling with his torso and face pressed to the bed, his arms crossed behind his back. “Now, this time, when I tell you to stay still, I expect you to stay still, understand?”
Jongin nods again, and waits as he feels Taemin leave the bed. When he returns, Taemin runs a hand down the slope of Jongin’s smooth back, rubbing gently at his opening. Jongin remains perfectly still, and is soon rewarded by Taemin’s slick fingers entering him slowly.
Taemin loves Jongin like this; splayed open and all his to take, the long lithe lines of his body held in place by sheer willpower and obedience to Taemin’s commands. He loves the way Jongin tries in vain to resist buckling under the pleasure of Taemin’s ministrations, but can’t help writhing and and gasping as Taemin slides deeper and deeper inside. Jongin is hot and tight around his fingers, so tight, the pressure almost squeezing Taemin’s fingers out. He withdraws them and adds more lube before sliding in once more, this time rubbing soothing circles into Jongin’s back with his other hand to relax him. Jongin exhales with a low whine as Taemin begins thrusting slowly with a practiced ease, spine arching as he grinds against Taemin’s hand. Jongin isn’t quite being still anymore, but it’s been so long since they’ve done this, so Taemin doesn’t say anything.
Well, nothing except, “Do you think you can take more?”
“Yes Sir,” Jongin gasps, biting back tears of frustration as he fucks himself backwards onto Taemin’s fingers. “Please. More.”
Taemin kisses him right above the big floppy bow on his panties and pulls his fingers out slowly, before uncapping the bottle of lube and coating his cock liberally. Jongin remains in position until Taemin gently cajoles him into rolling over, massaging his arms and legs to get the blood rushing back into his limbs.
“Look at me, Jongin,” he says softly, smiling as Jongin blinks up at him. Jongin yields so quickly and easily to Taemin; he's always relaxed and under his control. “You’re doing so well.” Jongin’s lips part in a slow smile, and Taemin can't resist kissing him deeply as he gathers him up in his arms. He lets Jongin wrap his arms around his neck as he shifts and presses inside, stroking and caressing the smooth, lean legs that automatically bend to wrap around him.
“I love you so much,” Taemin whispers, biting into Jongin’s shoulder as Jongin pulls his legs higher and closer to himself, opening his body up to Taemin.
“Jongin loves Sir too,” Jongin replies, and Taemin fucks Jongin like this, achingly slow and deep, feeling every shuddering breath from Jongin’s lips as Taemin drags his cock in and out of Jongin’s clenching heat.
Much as Taemin likes Jongin on his hands and knees, face pressed into the pillows, he likes Jongin best the way they are now; their foreheads touching, so close that they’re sharing breath for breath. So close that he can see Jongin’s pupils blown wide with pleasure, and the dewy sweat beading on his neck as he throws his head back when Taemin sinks deep inside of him. So close that it’s as if their bodies are locked together, skin slick and flushed, as Jongin looks into his eyes with complete trust and devotion. So close that Taemin can feel the stutter of Jongin’s hips as he gets closer to orgasm, the desperate canting of his hips a silent plea for catharsis.
“Come for me, Jongin,” Taemin says in a whisper, plunging into Jongin hard and fast as Jongin squeezes his eyes shut and moans, choking back a sob as he finally comes against his own stomach, the last fortnight of denial fading as Taemin kisses away his involuntary tears. “Such a good boy.”
“Thank you Sir,” Jongin whimpers, and Taemin kisses him exuberantly, heart inexplicably full at the sight of a sated Jongin resting docile in his arms.
Taemin slides out of Jongin slowly, calming him with soft kisses as he twitches from the stimulation of his oversensitive body. Jongin whines, needy, when he hears Taemin leave the bed, but Taemin is soon by his side again with two damp towels, one to wipe himself off, and another to gently clean Jongin’s stomach and torso. He leaves the rest of Jongin’s body untouched, which has Jongin hoping that this isn't the end of their play.
True to his expectations, Taemin soon manoeuvres Jongin to his knees as he leans back against the headboard.
“You’ve been so good for me tonight,” Taemin praises him, and Jongin blushes, looking down at the bedspread. “I think you deserve another reward.” His hand falls lazily to grasp his cock, still half-hard from earlier. It's a suggestion, and Jongin knows exactly what Taemin has in mind.
“May Jongin suck Sir's cock?”
“Of course you may,” Taemin says, reaching out to stroke Jongin’s jaw with the back of his hand. Jongin turns his head slightly, pressing a tentative kiss to Taemin’s knuckles. The unsolicited action has Taemin raising an eyebrow warningly, but he doesn't say anything. Jongin can be fond of pushing the rules, but Taemin doesn't feel the need to discipline him too often, especially since Jongin is usually so compliant and submissive. Taemin knows that Jongin is aware of when he's being allowed to get away with something, and he also knows that Jongin easily feels guilty and will try to make up for his own perceived wrongdoings by being extra obedient.
Jongin smiles up at him before he clasps his hands together behind his back and bends his waist until his mouth is hot against Taemin's cock. He finds the tip with his tongue, flicking the crown with teasing licks until Taemin presses him down, fingers twisting and tugging in his hair. Although Taemin allows Jongin a certain amount of freedom in how he chooses to worship his cock, the hand at the back of his neck reminds Jongin of who’s in control. Taemin is thick and hot in his mouth, and Jongin’s lips stretch obscenely as he slides up and down the shaft, easing it all the way into his throat.
It’s only when Jongin is swallowing around his cock that he can feel Taemin lose control, and there’s nothing more thrilling than feeling every twitch and shudder of his body as he falls apart. It’s the only time Taemin sits back and lets Jongin take care of him in return; for all his bossing around, Jongin knows that Taemin has Jongin’s desires and wellbeing at the forefront of his mind, and it’s only through Jongin's total obedience and submission that he can even begin to return the favour. Closing his eyes, he relaxes his throat and tilts his head back, allowing Taemin to steadily fuck into his mouth until Jongin can feel Taemin yank him backwards by the neck, and then hot come is spurting against his forehead, his cheeks, his mouth, lips still apart. Taemin leans down and licks into Jongin’s open mouth, tasting himself, the salty bitterness, and he smiles against his lips.
“Good boy,” Taemin says again, and Jongin is beaming proudly, unconsciously rutting against the bedspread as his cock hardens at the praise. “But no more of that.” Taemin stills his hips instantly with one hand, and retrieves the towel from earlier. He wipes Jongin’s face tenderly before attending to his erection. “Hard again already? My Jongin is feeling needy tonight, isn’t he?”
Jongin nods, nuzzling against Taemin’s chest as he collapses against him tiredly. “Jongin wants…”
“Hmm? Tell Sir, what does Jongin want?” Taemin dusts kisses along his hairline, petting his lower back gently. “Does Jongin want to be used again?”
Jongin nods sleepily.
“But you’re tired now, aren’t you?” Taemin says with a sigh. “What shall we do? If Jongin is too tired to do any work, then how is he supposed to come?”
Jongin blushes again, blinking rapidly, before leaning up to whisper an idea in Taemin’s ear.
“So Jongin wants a little goodnight treat to send him to sleep?” Taemin muses, laughing aloud at Jongin’s embarrassment. “I guess we can do that. Come on then, on your back for me.”
Jongin gets into position quickly, lying back comfortably on his back with knees bent and feet spread wide apart, opening himself up for Taemin. Taemin sits between his legs and rests the bottle of lube on Jongin’s stomach, pressing a quick kiss to his knee. Jongin is often too embarrassed to ask for this, or even admit that he likes it, but tonight he’s already relaxed and boneless from their earlier play. It makes it easier for Taemin to get his whole fist inside of him when he’s like this, and tonight, Jongin’s so giving and malleable that Taemin has hopes that it won’t feel like his entire hand is getting crushed. Nonetheless, he takes his time massaging Jongin’s rim, entering one finger, and then two. The involuntary tensing of muscle is still there, but he adds more lube and another finger, and soon Jongin is a writhing mess, tears streaming out of his eyes and his hair tousled and tangled against the pillows as Taemin leans down to press his tongue against the base of Jongin’s cock.
“More?”
“More, please Sir, please, more,” Jongin pants, breathless as Taemin kisses the soft skin of his stomach.
Taemin thrusts in and out of him, spreading his fingers inside of Jongin, who bucks up and away from his hand at the sudden stretch.
“Talk to me, Jongin,” Taemin says softly, withdrawing his fingers. “Doing okay?”
“Yes,” Jongin says, blinking away tears. “Please, again. I can take it.”
“Of course you can, Jongin,” Taemin says. “You’re such a good boy, you're taking my fingers so well, aren't you?”
Three fingers go back in easily, and soon Taemin is pouring more lube onto his hand as he slowly presses in the fourth. He pauses and waits for Jongin’s reaction, and is gratified when Jongin rolls his head back and moans lowly, biting his lip as he clenches around Taemin’s hand. They rest here like this for a few moments, Jongin flushed and trembling from the fullness inside of him. Taemin knows Jongin is ready for his thumb to join the rest of his hand when Jongin begins to fuck himself slowly onto Taemin’s fingers, and he squeezes more lube onto Jongin’s rim before steadily pushing in his thumb. Taemin doesn't think he’ll ever get used to the sight of all his fingers being inside of Jongin; he twists his wrist gently, and already Jongin is tossing and whining like he’s coming apart.
It doesn’t take much for Jongin to start begging for permission to come; every slight movement of Taemin’s fist seems magnified a thousandfold, stimulating every single nerve and muscle inside of him. He’s so intensely full of Taemin, almost too full as he rolls his hips upwards, and he's so close. All he knows is Taemin-all he can feel is Taemin-Taemin inside of him, Taemin mouthing the tip of his cock, Taemin whispering, “Come for me,” and then Jongin is coming with a broken cry, breathless with exertion as Taemin’s fist pulls out of him with a heady drag, taking with it all the tension in Jongin’s body.
Totally spent, Jongin lets his knees fall to the side as he curls up into the pillows. Taemin cleans his hands quickly before giving Jongin a thorough wipe and a kiss, dragging the blankets back onto the bed.
“You were so good, Jongin,” Taemin says quietly against his scalp, and Jongin hums nonsensically, hands reaching out for Taemin. Taemin obliges him and bundles him in blankets, wrapping an arm around him as he pets his hair soothingly. “I’m so proud of you.”
Taemin waits until Jongin’s eyes are closed and his breathing is steady before he extracts himself from the bed. Unfortunately, Jongin jerks awake at his absence.
“Where are you going?” he mumbles sleepily.
“To make sure our house doesn’t burn down,” Taemin says, gesturing at the still lit candles. “Go back to sleep.”
“No,” Jongin pouts. “Come spoon me.”
“So demanding,” Taemin says, shaking his head as he blows out the candles. “Come on, let’s get you undressed then.”
Jongin holds out his arms and legs grudgingly, letting Taemin peel off his stockings and panties. He flops back down on the bed as Taemin undresses himself and turns off the lamp, immediately latching onto Taemin as soon as he gets back under the blankets.
Jongin fidgets next to him as he tries to get comfortable. “Does Wonshik really think we play video games at night?”
“Shut up and go to sleep,” Taemin groans, clapping a hand over Jongin’s mouth. “You’re so noisy!”
“But we can have sex now, right?”
“We already had sex! Go to sleep!”
“I knew you’d cave,” Jongin trills, voice smug. “Did you like my panties? With the keyhole in the back? For your dick?”
“Jongin, seriously.”
“And you totally did give in…I can’t believe you got all dressed up for me and prepared all these things. You caved so hard,” Jongin says sleepily.
“I was trying to make it up to you, on my own terms! I don’t know why you felt you had to get all dressed up too. I suppose you were trying to seduce me because you thought I was that weak.” Taemin presses a kiss to his forehead. “Now shut up and let me sleep so that I can fuck you again in the morning.”
“Promise?”
Taemin wraps a hand around Jongin’s neck and squeezes gently.
“If you’re good.”
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On Saturday afternoon, Taemin comes home after his grocery run and realises that he can’t find his children or his boyfriend. He’s struck by immediate confusion and slight panic, but recovers enough to dial Jongin’s number.
There’s ringing coming from upstairs.
Bounding up the stairs quickly, he calls Jongin's name and bursts into their bedroom, looking wildly from left to right.
“Jongin? Are you there? Where are the kids? Why is the house so quiet? What-”
Taemin closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and opens them again.
“Why is that up your ass? And more importantly, where the fuck are our children?”
“Yixing and Sehun have them. Just because you got in first with your seduction plan, doesn’t mean I’m giving up on mine. Now get over here and replace this massive dildo with your cock before I get too attached to it.” Jongin rolls out of bed and waddles over to him, one hand holding the base of the dildo so it doesn't slide out.
Taemin shifts from foot to foot, still recovering from the emotional whiplash of thinking momentarily that his entire family had been abducted and then finding his boyfriend in bed with a giant silicone dick in his ass.
“Well?” Jongin looks at him expectantly.
Taemin sighs, and reaches out to put a hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Jongin.”
Jongin looks nervous. “Why…what’s wrong?”
“I need to put the meat in the freezer before it goes off.”
“…You’re such a dad.”
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a/n: sorry for the total whiplash; five thousand words of domestic bliss and then suddenly there’s excruciatingly paced kinky sex. thanks matchynishi for all the moral support and the cute taekai inspirational gifs and fanart! couldn’t have done it without you, and really, i only wrote this because of you. it just…got a bit out of control.
also just a note on the kink! in this fic, taemin and jongin have a longstanding negotiated D/s dynamic so that's why they can have a scene like this that’s a ‘surprise’ to jongin; they have their own ways of checking in with one another that might not be so explicit but i just want it to be clear that negotiating a scene beforehand and establishing proper consent and checking in with your partner is very important! also they don’t use barrier protection here because they’re life partners who only have sex with one another. i encourage all readers to practice safer sex and to use lots of lube. lube is important. okay bye, i need to PRAY FOR MY ETERNAL SOUL omfg.