Ontae #1 “Come over here and make me.” PG-13

A continuation of the Ontae drabble in Chapter 9

Jinki hung Taemin’s rain soaked cloak and hood by the fire.  “You really shouldn’t have come this late.  The rain.  You’ll get sick.”  He scolded.

“I haven’t seen you in over a week.  A hurricane couldn’t have kept me away.”  Taemin stood on the other side of the room taking off his boots.  He shook some damp strands of hair that had fallen out of place from his eyes.  

Jinki let himself smile while his back was to Taemin, not letting the younger have the satisfaction of knowing how happy he was that he had come.  “You’re no good to me if you fall ill.”  He tried to keep his voice even. 

“Tch.  Such insolence.  Do you think it wise to speak to a young lord like that?”  Jinki turned in Taemin’s direction, eyes narrowed.  The blonde smirked as he stood.  “If you’re so concerned with my health stable boy, undress me out of the rest of these wet clothes.”  Taemin raised his arms as if inviting Jinki to do his biding.  

“Come over here and make me.”  Jinki bit back.  “Young lord.”  He bowed his head slightly. 

Taemin smiled even wider, pleased at the reaction, knowing his words would provoke him.  He didn’t hesitate and made his way by the fire and stood in front of Jinki, waiting.  The stable boy glared at him for a second, trying not to let his slight irritation with the other dissipate so quickly.  Taemin had only been gone a short while, but the nights without him were longer than he had remembered before they had started this affair. 

Taemin watched Jinki undress him, the stable boys hands almost moving in slow motion, carefully and meticulously undoing each button, each buckle, untying each string until he was by the fire.  The heat slowly drying and warming up his body.  

Jinki was hanging the last bit of his undergarments when he finally broke the silence.  “How was your cousin?”  He jumped slightly when he felt Taemin’s hand sneak around his waist, the young lord approaching him from behind.  

“You have me by the fire after a week of lonely nights and you ask me about Minho?  Didn’t you miss me?”

Jinki felt a chill run down his spine from the whispered tone in Taemin’s voice, his lips ghosting along the shell of his ear when he spoke.  Taemin wasted no time removing Jinki’s nightshirt before turning him around.  

“I missed you.”  Jinki only had a second to meet Taemin’s eyes before the blonde’s lips crashed into his, fingers threading into his long hair.