All the Time
Title: All the Time
Author: ruareyou
Pairing: ontae
Word Count: 685
Rating: toes the R rating. fair warning for some blood and consent may be misconstrued. rusty writing skills and unbeta'd
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“Hey,” a voice whispers past his throat and shivers down his back and Taemin lets out a sigh.
Nothing else registers to his senses now but the solid press of Jinki’s chest against his back. It’s icy to the touch, even through the layer of his shirt, and no matter how many times he’s felt it, Taemin can’t ever help the little shudder that passes through him when his newly warmed body presses against Jinki’s. Jinki exhales slowly, and Taemin doesn’t dwell on the fact that breathing for them is superfluous but focuses on tilting his neck up to meet Jinki’s mouth. A hand sweeps up his shirt to palm his beating heart and the touch burns frozen. His heart starts beating double time as another hand sweeps down his chest past the bulge in his jeans. Taemin moans and the hand is making its way to pick up his painted fingers. It’s loud against the silence of the forest but that’s why they chose here.
No one to scream as Taemin’s bloodstained shirt was ripped away. No one to watch as Jinki slowly licked the blood from every single one of Taemin’s fingers. No one to watch Taemin’s hand come up to cup Jinki’s face as he sinks his teeth down, deep, so deep that Taemin should be screaming and fighting against Jinki’s hold, not writhing in need against his body behind him. No one but Taemin around to feel Jinki warm to his blood, to feel him harden and rub against the swell of his back.
When Jinki lifts his head up, Taemin takes the time to come back to his senses, to survey the bodies strewn across the ground, to make sure the forest is still as quiet as the moment they stepped into it. Then when Jinki’s bloodlust is sated and the only thing left is to slake their lust, Taemin turns around to face Jinki. Jinki’s eyes rake over Taemin’s skin for the first time in days, and finally, finally Taemin leans into him and Jinki is allowed to lick his lips, to lick the blood, to taste his body. He doesn’t take his time because there is never enough time to, just throws him against the nearest tree and shreds the rest of Taemin’s clothes. Taemin doesn’t make a sound, he never does. After 6 days there was no reasoning with Jinki, no reason for Taemin to stop the smirk that spreads across his face when he knows very well it drives Jinki on. In the end this is exactly what Taemin wants, the painful burn against his back, the deep searing bites Jinki places against the muscles of his shoulders.
Jinki doesn't take his time to soothe the bites, not when the venom burning through Taemin has him in tears and rolling his hips frantically against Jinki’s thighs. He doesn’t care to be careful when he shoves his fingers down Taemin’s throat, only tightening his grip against Taemin’s thigh when he tries to twist away from Jinki. He knows Taemin will be bruised and scraped all over the next night but he’ll just kiss them away then. Tonight he needs to give Taemin what he wants, the rough press of his lips against his mouth, the display of the dominance he has over Taemin’s lithe frame. Taemin wants the desperation of a starved Jinki, the calloused fingers sliding in rough and deep, one, two, three, four and Taemin’s keening but Jinki can’t stop. Then Jinki’s in him and he’s choking because Jinki didn’t prepare him enough and it hurts three times as much as usual and he might be insane because he loves it. Then, right before he manages a moment to catch up, the tree against his back is gone. There’s nothing to hang on to, no support but Jinki’s fingers around his waist and nothing to ground him but the burn of Jinki’s cock in his ass and Taemin cries out loud. He might pass out any second now because his head is hanging upside down and he can barely breathe for screaming but then Jinki’s coming and the world becomes a pinpoint in blackness.
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Inspired by fanart of Taemin in the group teaser photo. Taem’s fingers were orange but looked red and anything red is an excuse to look like blood. There was sap at the end of this and that just didn’t fit right so I removed it.
Author: ruareyou
Pairing: ontae
Word Count: 685
Rating: toes the R rating. fair warning for some blood and consent may be misconstrued. rusty writing skills and unbeta'd
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“Hey,” a voice whispers past his throat and shivers down his back and Taemin lets out a sigh.
Nothing else registers to his senses now but the solid press of Jinki’s chest against his back. It’s icy to the touch, even through the layer of his shirt, and no matter how many times he’s felt it, Taemin can’t ever help the little shudder that passes through him when his newly warmed body presses against Jinki’s. Jinki exhales slowly, and Taemin doesn’t dwell on the fact that breathing for them is superfluous but focuses on tilting his neck up to meet Jinki’s mouth. A hand sweeps up his shirt to palm his beating heart and the touch burns frozen. His heart starts beating double time as another hand sweeps down his chest past the bulge in his jeans. Taemin moans and the hand is making its way to pick up his painted fingers. It’s loud against the silence of the forest but that’s why they chose here.
No one to scream as Taemin’s bloodstained shirt was ripped away. No one to watch as Jinki slowly licked the blood from every single one of Taemin’s fingers. No one to watch Taemin’s hand come up to cup Jinki’s face as he sinks his teeth down, deep, so deep that Taemin should be screaming and fighting against Jinki’s hold, not writhing in need against his body behind him. No one but Taemin around to feel Jinki warm to his blood, to feel him harden and rub against the swell of his back.
When Jinki lifts his head up, Taemin takes the time to come back to his senses, to survey the bodies strewn across the ground, to make sure the forest is still as quiet as the moment they stepped into it. Then when Jinki’s bloodlust is sated and the only thing left is to slake their lust, Taemin turns around to face Jinki. Jinki’s eyes rake over Taemin’s skin for the first time in days, and finally, finally Taemin leans into him and Jinki is allowed to lick his lips, to lick the blood, to taste his body. He doesn’t take his time because there is never enough time to, just throws him against the nearest tree and shreds the rest of Taemin’s clothes. Taemin doesn’t make a sound, he never does. After 6 days there was no reasoning with Jinki, no reason for Taemin to stop the smirk that spreads across his face when he knows very well it drives Jinki on. In the end this is exactly what Taemin wants, the painful burn against his back, the deep searing bites Jinki places against the muscles of his shoulders.
Jinki doesn't take his time to soothe the bites, not when the venom burning through Taemin has him in tears and rolling his hips frantically against Jinki’s thighs. He doesn’t care to be careful when he shoves his fingers down Taemin’s throat, only tightening his grip against Taemin’s thigh when he tries to twist away from Jinki. He knows Taemin will be bruised and scraped all over the next night but he’ll just kiss them away then. Tonight he needs to give Taemin what he wants, the rough press of his lips against his mouth, the display of the dominance he has over Taemin’s lithe frame. Taemin wants the desperation of a starved Jinki, the calloused fingers sliding in rough and deep, one, two, three, four and Taemin’s keening but Jinki can’t stop. Then Jinki’s in him and he’s choking because Jinki didn’t prepare him enough and it hurts three times as much as usual and he might be insane because he loves it. Then, right before he manages a moment to catch up, the tree against his back is gone. There’s nothing to hang on to, no support but Jinki’s fingers around his waist and nothing to ground him but the burn of Jinki’s cock in his ass and Taemin cries out loud. He might pass out any second now because his head is hanging upside down and he can barely breathe for screaming but then Jinki’s coming and the world becomes a pinpoint in blackness.
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Inspired by fanart of Taemin in the group teaser photo. Taem’s fingers were orange but looked red and anything red is an excuse to look like blood. There was sap at the end of this and that just didn’t fit right so I removed it.