My sorry Halloween {TaeSu}
taexmin-ia:
Taemin was playing with fire, with death itself, and he knew this. But he wanted to trust the geist, no matter how many times he’d been shown that Suwoong was not..one he really should trust.
Hopefully, this didn’t come back to bite him in the ass.
They were both timebombs in different ways. Especially if Key ended up being closer to them than he anticipated, since he assumed the elf was still out watching the other party-goers…But the cheshire pushed this thought aside, breaking the kiss only as Suwoong sat down on the mattress. he could feel that apprehension, though it seemed cloudy compared to…well. Living beings. Probably because of that aspect.
Without missing a beat, Taemin moved forward to straddle the geist’s lap, nudging his nose against the man’s own as his lips ghosted over the other’s, taking a moment to catch his breath while his lip was nipped at. Not harshly, still withheld. But this time, the cheshire knew better than to provoke him, to remind him that he wasn’t that fragile.. He knew better.
Meeting Suwoong’s gaze when he was spoken to, Taemin nodded a little, freezing in the moment because–that power hadn’t been offered to him in such a long time. Was that sad? Probably. Showing a bit of his strength that normally went unnoticed, he hauled the geist up the mattress a little further, giving him a moment to think of what was and was not allowed, going over the list of triggers he’d come to find from the other. Returning to the kiss, he dropped his hands down to the older’s hips, sharp-tipped fingers grazing skin and catching the material of Suwoong’s pants until he reached the clasps, popping them open as he sat himself atop the other’s thighs.
His fingers grabbed the sheets under him as he controlled himself; struggling to fight the urges within him that tortured his promise to himself. To do no harm to Taemin. To be a good geist, to behave. He let the other straddle him and he took a breath he did not need. Oxygen was futile but the action was like a reflex from old times. A memory lived out through the current moment in time.
When he was moved, he laughed. The sound conveying how nervous he felt in the moment, he let Taemin of course. He had given him the lead. He would let Taemin keep it. Probably. A gasp escaped him when the other unclasped his pants and he lifted his hips to help the other wiggle them off. There were some scars but nothing as ghoulish as what was hidden underneath his shirt. His toes curled slightly as he looked at Taemin in anticipation. While digits dug into his undead flesh, his own held onto the sheets still.
It would rip, the fabrics. But better that than the skin of his lover.
