⠀➴ taemin's

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ The show didn't even begin, but the sound check, the hint of sounds, and the different ways a person could breathe proved to the omega that he was drawn to this beta, wishing to draw out every sound and steal his breath away. He didn't want to satisfy him as a favor; he wanted him shaking and pleading gratitude by the end of it.

Taemin played innocently as his head tipped to the side; he batted those lashes, a half-eating grin stretched along his enlightened, lustful visage. His voice left a trail of sweet and vicious substance, cultivated by the buzzing of his working bees in the chambers of his heart hive. All for his playful, innocent act, just for a few words that would tickle Jongwon in certain fashions.

Shall I serve myself for you every morning, dear....Or would you become so bored and accustomed to the taste....perhaps just a test taste is all you'll ever need so that you may crave it every morning, thinking of the sweetness of the 'vineyard', wishing to quench your thirst with my very own body.

It was Taemin's turn for the wind to be knocked out of him, his face heated up at something that would usually make people throw a fit; he didn't realize how much more he loved that word ....Maybe more so with you saying it. Again, he wanted to hear those words, he wanted that title to be imprinted on his skin, a daily reminder of their time spent this morning.

The omega would have spewed on that there was no need for an apology; he was gifting him once again his desires and wants; of course, he wouldn't be able to utter a sound with something throbbing and hard, pushing till it buried into his throat. Perhaps if you could translate the combination of gagging and muffled, questionable whines, they would say "God, do it again, I don't care."

His throat tightened around the underside of Jongwon's head; his eyes rolled back as they glistened with the arrival of tears on the brims. Blindly, his hands firmly held onto your thighs, fingers bruising the plumpness of your legs. With each rough push, a gag followed, and soon, the muscles in his jaw would burn from the intensity, as so did his lungs due to the lack of oxygen. He did his best, despite being face ed; he wanted his tongue to be a warm, wet cushion under his shaft, catching a faint glimpse of his protruding vein that pulsed against him whenever he pounded his hips towards his tear-filled face, a string of drool running down his chin was only natural.

The omega was producing so much slick, you would think he was going into heat as it dripped and formed a pool of sweetness on the floor. His own , twitched and leaked enough precum to act as lube around his girth, but his hands never betrayed your thighs, his nails digging deeply into your flesh. Was Taemin really repaying the favour or was he getting a second gift this eventful morning?

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ the praise earned a throaty rumble, closely similar to a feline's purr from the beta.

but—

— the kiss...it wasn't soft nor careful, instead it was hungered and covetous. just a sweltering entanglement of tongues caught in a perfervid tango. his body jerked at the firm grasp around his arousal, providing some moments of respite to the flames his groins. while, his heart filled with twisted desires revelled at the dulled sensation of your fingernails raking down his back, coloring his blank canvas with your shade of crimson.

a thinning string of saliva connecting their departing mouths. jongwon's deflated lungs were taking gasps of desperation, when finally allowed a fresh supply of oxygen. his hands were subdued and limps by his sides when you separate from him, ephemerally.

his answer? it was silence except for his soft pants, his lower lip inside his mouth, ensnared beneath the treacherous ivories and his lustful, half-lidded gaze sharply fell onto the omega kneeling before him.

you tasted delicious. my favourite breakfast, so..haa..so far.

god, it drove him mental to witness this sublime vision below him. he was downright enchanted by you, regardless of a phantom curse or not. you, who is mischievous and exceedingly seductive. you, the child of eros.

the cold breeze greeted his rigid, pulsating , released from the clothing restrains much to his relief. a line of vein running horizontal along the length of his and a bead of clear precum on the slit of his tip. with your stroking, the foreskin is pushed back to reveal a darker pink, bulbous head.

don't be such a bratty , omega.

jongwon's ragged voice cussed, but it was clear that the statement wasn't meant to hurt you despite the fact that he was growing a tinge impatient. his protest would soon convert to moans when your hot mouth wraps around his , your rough textured tongue teasing the sensitive tip.

sorry, sweetie. I really tried but I can't take it anymore.

jongwon swore he was a patient man, however, there is an extent to which he can withstand. after all he is a man of flesh and the term '' kept revolving around the axis of his primal brain, overwhelmingly. his hips moved forward, entering further inside your cavernous mouth until his balls were pressed to your chin, his hands holding your head in place. he'd wait, until he heard you choking and gagging around his shaft before pulling out, completely. only to slam back in, he does so a few times more.

this is what you wanted, right? to and choke on my ing . go on, on it.

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ He raised his hand, the padding of his fingertip presses between your brows, firmly pushing in hopes of smoothing out the temporary wrinkle.

I think that's a perfect idea, lets cook together.

It seemed that with any noises the beta made, the omega grinned, proud that he would be the result of those sounds, each doing different things to him. The growl made Taemin want to pounce the man, or he could and see how long he could last before pouncing him. His heart skipped when he heard the curse word, the permission for Taemin to please his guest, which was only expected after what he had been gifted earlier.

Good boy~

A relieved sigh escaped his plump, delectable brims, it was a masochist's wish to be mistreated, and just like any other masochist would, he felt himself getting hard once more. His sultry gaze peeked through his set of luscious lashes, glued on Jongwon as his tongue peeks out, glazing across his pink flesh.

Then the kiss happened, so unexpected, at least for the omega; his eyes shot open, and his breath got stuck in the middle of his throat, creating a muffled choke against the hungry lips on his. It didn't take long for Taemin to join in the desperation; his hands blindly grabbed whatever they could, and since Jongwon decided to tease the other earlier with his topless stunt, his nails lightly dug into his warm flesh. Leaving behind faint red marks before repositioning his hands, one lowering down between the clash of their heated groins, groping Jongwon's, his movements vigorously as if he would die without getting a touch or glimpse of what was hard and hidden behind the pants. The other hand took a firm hold of the broad shoulder, the warmth radiating and competing against Taemin's palm, his blunt nails prodding into his muscle.

I will~ Enjoy the show....

He unglued himself from Jongwon, which was a task to commit, but there was something better in store as he lowered himself to his knees. Taemin was a performer, an artist who knew how to pull at your strings, to make you fantasize about him when you are alone....He knew the small details that riled his audience, and in this case....he wasn't restricted to just dancing, or sensual movements or subtle lewd looks....He had the whole stage to make this beta not only fantasize about him but to become obsessed about him that he'll be thinking about when their next time would be. He wanted his actions to leave a phantom curse on Jongwon, and that each time, he'll unravel at the smallest things.

That was his plan, and god he loved it and looked forward to the facial expression this man would make above him. Taemin leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek and nose against his crotch, only to lightly nip at the firmness, eyes curled like a sly fox.

Have you been this hard the whole time.....did I taste that good~?

Wasting no more time, he took a portion of the pants in his mouth and tugged it down, his fingertips hooked around the waistband to ensure both lower garments would come down smoothly, revealing what Taemin had pictured earlier.

ah....

He lets out a discovery awe sound, lips curling with pleasure, his mind a few steps ahead of ways to tease the poor beta.

So big....I wonder, I hope I can fit it all~ Would be ashame but...mm I guess....deepthroating will be the only option~

His hand wrapped around the base of his , slowly stroking and examining the member, wishing too many things for places it could be. For now, his mouth would be a good first base as he pressed off his heels, his plump flesh welcomed the tip of your manhood. His tongue swirled around the circumference only to slowly slide up the slit, tasting that precum on his tastebuds, wanting more.

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ without a doubt, they'd have to the current, scorched blunder from the pan and start afresh. jongwon turned off the head, quite aware of your unfaltering gaze fixated on his face. a sound of protest rumbling his throat at your words. he turned his face towards you, a frown creasing his brows while his eyes swung side to side like the pendulum of an antique clock, following the movement of your wagging, stern finger.

but I don't mind cooking for you, taemin. how about we do it together? please?

the beta was enjoying their closeness despite the "inappropriate" state of your lower half, a result of his own making. but, when he lift your head and face him— jongwon's eyes narrowed with suspicion. he'd half-guessed your intention. of course, a favor to be returned.

jongwon felt under your intensely appraising stare, intentional clearing his throat, aloud. he planned to take a step back, a faint notion creeping to his concise. however, when you ensnare him with the warmth of your embrace, his resolution thaws out like ice cubes under the brilliant sun.

through gritted teeth, a groan closely sounding like a growl erupts. the friction was a tortuous mixture of enough provocation and short-lived pleasure. jongwon wondered if you were aware of you had him wrapped around your fingers. your breath that ghosted upon his neck, when you spoke, chills franctically running up and down his spine.

it.

jongwon muttered. his left hand reaching to cup the back of your head, fingers plunging deep to gather your ravern hair in a bunch, pulling them rather roughly causing your head to fall back. then when he caught the sight of your face, his comes down to ravage your lips. like a hungry dog that he was. sharp teeth excercising restrain from breaking the fragile skin, he merely nips and tugs on your bottom tier. his hips grinding down, rubbing his bulge against yours.

do as you please, sweetie.

against your lips, he says.

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ There was no reluctance in his spent body, he would go anywhere in Jongwon's arms at this point as he rested himself along the beta's chest. His head turned, resting on your shoulder, looking at you under a new lens; his mind became apparent after his post-. He smiled and admired your side profile, how each facial feature had its beauty, and when seen all together, you were beyond handsome; you were breathtaking.

Pfft we can try and savage it....but I don't think there is much hope....

He chimed in, his voice lighter and bubbly after releasing his pent-up frustrations. Taemin pushes himself off of Jongwon, turning around to face the man, his pants still at his ankles and he had no shame in scolding his guest in such a state. His lips jutted out and he waved his index finger in front of your face.

No way you are making breakfast, you are my guest, I should be treating you....Plus.....

There is a pause, his eyes trailing down your figure, stopping once they reach the jackpot; his smile becomes mischievous with the ideas that spring to life. The omega returned his attention somewhere more respectful and closed the distance between each other, his arms snaking around your shoulders, keeping you flushed against his frame.

You got your appetizer......I want mine...

He rolled his hips forward, his bareness rubbing up against your hardened crotch as he smirked. His nose and plump lips faintly brush along your neck, your pheromones quite potent here, not that he was complaining. His whisper tickled along your skin, wanting you to feel tingling and heated by your temptations.

I want a taste of you....I think its only fair....

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ the masquerade of composure which the beta preserved was becoming physically agonizing. a sheen layer of sweat covering his body, his searing burn of his loins accompanied by the grave itching of his canines. his animal counterpart was in a disarray and perhaps, if it had been a few days earlier, jongwon would have surely mounted the pretty omega.

breaking out of the reverie, jongwon's wrist snapped, scrapping at the pleasure-inducing spot with the blunt ends of his fingernails. encouraged by the sultry voice that filled his eardrums. perhaps, if his olfactory wasn't submerged by your nectarine scent, he'd have noticed the smell of their food burning. jongwon's breathing had quickened too, turning shallow and quick.

your walls tightening around his fingers with such force, swallowing them greedily until you released. once loosened, jongwon slowly pulled out his fingers. grabbing the paper towel as he stood up, towering behind you and placed the roll near the stove, once again. allowing moments of repose, he hoists you up by your arms and your back on his chest. he inspected the "well charred" scrambled egg. chuckling lowly, he grabbed the wooden handle of the frying pan and to stir them without using a spatula.

it doesn't look that bad? still looks good.
why don't you freshen up while I make the breakfast, taemin?
its my fault after all.

jongwon's brain needed an immediate distraction to ignore how ing aroused he was, after all. if that didn't work then the next alternative would be a cold shower in winter. good god.

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ Everything that Jongwon offered to Taemin, it all felt breathtaking, each gift having its own strengths. Like the gift of his fingers, it reached deeper with firmness, something that his tongue couldn't offer, but he could spend the whole day, if possible, getting eaten out by the beta. (an exaggeration <_< )

Moans started to spill out of the older omega, more freely and louder, as his slicked entrance surrendered to the two digits, pushing up and spreading inside of him. His mind was in a complete haze, and he had too much on his plate; Jongwon's low, soothing voice....what was he saying? And their breakfast.....was starting to overcook the longer it stayed on that pan. He couldn't focus on anything but the pleasure that was forming a bundle of warmth in the pit of his stomach.

ah...Jongwon...ah...

Then he made the mistake of his lifetime; he started picturing those fingers as something else, something more significant and throbbed with its own pleasure. His upper back drooped down, applying weight on the counter with his head buried in his forearms, forgetting about their breakfast, leaving it to cook over its limits slowly. His body recoiled forward; his eyes shot open as a sweet, pleading cry joined the room of rather wet, sloppy sounds.

R-right there...!

His breathing was frantic; he was so close to tipping over his edge that his walls made sure to let the beta know what was coming as they pulsated around his digits; still picturing Jongwon's heated organ buried inside of him.

I'm close...I...I'm ....

His thighs clenched inwards as ecstasy washed over the feline hybrid, his counter door getting tainted with his , and in less than a minute, his body became limp and spent. Taemin's head remained on his forearms as he caught his breath, hoping it would return to normal soon.

Breakfast....I think I burnt our food....

He murmured through his pants.

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ it was filthy- the wet slurping noises resonating within the kitchen, his hands squeezing the mounds, so pliant under his touch.

surely, this wasn't how jongwon was planning to spend their first morning together. oh well. his invading tongue was replaced by his two fingers, allowing him to lean back and admire the seraph before him, in all of his elysian magnificence. your appearance that resembled some renaissance sculpture, your skin smooth like marble but, so soft to the touch like marshmallow.

how clumsy. be careful, sweetie.

jongwon dual digits explore deeper than his tongue could, prodding the walls as if he'd been searching for a certain organ of bundled nerves. when he does, his fingers curled around it, pressing against it intentionally.

found it~

the beta says in a sing-a-song voice while he picked up the dropped spatula and place in back on the counter.

don't drop it again, taemin-ah

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ ah.....shut up you stinky....

The comment about the sound he made earlier, paired with his lips, didn't do so well for the omega; he was becoming weaker and more flushed with Jongwon's antics.

I-I can see you are helping me....mm

A soft gasp echoes in the kitchen when the hands of pleasure unravel around his heated member, already missing his touch only to let out a shaky exhale whilst leaning forward, a hand on the counter for support. The cold air attacks his legs, and the intentional cold air blown at his slicked entrance is enough to make his muscles flexed from the temperature change.

You...gonna be the death of me....really....

His lower back arches, pushing his back, mewling at the wet muscle inviting itself inside of him. Taemin brought his other hand up above the pan, feeling that it had become heated enough for their breakfast and with that trembling hand he picked up the bowl to pour all the contents all at once in the pan. The contact of the food on the hot surface lets out a sizzling sound.

Taemin glanced over at his utensil holder by the stove; he stood up on his tippy toes, his muscles quivering as he pulled out a spatula with his fingertips. He was successful in retrieving the cooking tool, but he wasn't so successful in keeping it in his hands; he had to blame someone for eating him out. The spatula fell on the floor by Jongwon's side from his unsettled hands, and he lets out a frustrated whine because it meant he had to do all of that again.

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ this is hardly a competition though.

jongwon reminds you gently. in stark contrast to his sinful misdemeanors, leaping away from the decorum of modesty that he'd always kept intact.

who was he to blame for his awful dearth of self-control?
should he accuse the sinful sound coming from your softest- looking lips?

erubescent blooms spreading across your beguiling visage. if people were seasons, irrefutably you'd be the spring. colorful, vibrant and picturesque. jongwon rarely took photographs of people, but he has an inkling that he might start soon.

I am just helping you, taemin.

he argued calmly, hands withdrawn abruptly but not out of imprudence. jongwon had a different plan churning in his head. he slowly sank to the floor, kneeling down. dragging your pjs alongwith your underwear, so unnecessarily down that they were pooled around your ankles.

be a good boy and stay still for me, taemin-ah.

jongwon's hands couldn't restrain from groping your plump asscheeks in his palms, kneading the supple globes like freshly made-dough.

so pretty.

jongwon commentated, when he spreads your cheeks giving a clear view of your puckered pink entrance. learning from your mischiefs, he blowed cool air over the clenched rim. he doesn't warn you, nor tarry to bury his face in between, flattened tongue a couple of thick wet stripes, making sure its lubricated amply. his pointed boneless muscle penetrating with small resistance, at first. your walls hot and wet collapsed around him.

at that, jongwon's which remained confined was throbbing within his trousers.

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ A long anticipatory sigh was made the moment his shaft was in the care of the beta's hands, Taemin's frame becoming heavy as he finally felt himself set free from his pent-up frustrations. His laugh was short and scornful; soon, he was so overwhelmed with pleasure that a sweet moan cried out from the warning nip on his highly sensitive erogenous zone.

Heh....you're the one with your hands in my pants...You started it first.

Only you would have known by the way his throbbed in your grasp, was it from the hand squeezing and slowly the blood flow to his head....or the thought of trying to cook while being touched inappropriately but so delectable.

ah...I'm trying...

He reached for a frying pan, his movements dragged out as it wasn't an easy task to cook while there was a man you wanted to bed early, touching and feeling you up. He oiled up the pan, his hand trembling as it was doing so, and now he had to wait for the stove to heat up the cooking instrument.

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ indeed, the beta's words were "falser than vows made in wine". with the waistband slackened and hanging precariously around your lower hips. his hand slips past, the weak restrictions, cupping your arousal, flesh to flesh, despite the tight space.

I am trying to behave, sweetie. but you keep rubbing your against my .

he groaned in protest, through teeth. sharp canines clearly visible, diving at the crook of your neck to give you a warning nip. his free hand creeped up, like a vine, wrapping around your throat, squeezing it.

keep cooking. I just want a little appetizers, first.

fingers circled around your hardened , pleading to be freed, giving it small, slow .

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ He scoffed, lolling his head back in the process, no one in this room believed the beta. Taemin mutters a thank you, lifting his arm out of the way to give you access to clean up the egg-spreading on the counter.

Three, noted. So, six in total.

He tells himself and starts cracking the rest of the eggs in the same bowl, leaving the shells piled up on each other in the cardboard carton, at least for now. Once the first step was done, he walked over to his cupboard to fetch his salt and pepper, returning to season the bowl. Snatching a fork, he began to whisk away, watching the yolk break; everything blended to a yellow-orange hue.

You can stay....but no funny business. And yes, it's stinky because you are a stinky man today.

Taemin's eyes fell shut, drawing a slow inhale to keep himself calm; the beta's scent wasn't helping; it was only helping Taemin remain hard. His knees had a buckle reaction, his back pressing against your chest for support, as he struggled to focus on whisking, his hand movement was inconsistent.

Jong.....

Subtly, he moved his hips side to side, feeling you up and also teasing you in return as your hands made his body beg and ache for more. Looking through his thick lashes, he watches you unravel the knot to his bottoms, anticipation building up, his mind elsewhere and unable to continue the cooking.

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ whoops, my bad.

jongwon apologised, but it was hardly believeable considering how he seemed to be cracking up like the egg. he left your side, momentarily to grab the paper towel situated at the other end of the counter, at a convenient distance from the stove, he ripped a piece and cleaned up the gooey mess, promptly. he balled up the towel and chucked it inside the garbage bin.

I love scrambled eggs. can I have three of those, please?

he answered over his shoulder, taking a quick peek at the brewing coffee, letting out a pleased hum at the pleasant fragrance. until your scent beckoned for his attention, seconds later.

but I want to watch you, closely. stinky jongwon, huh? ahaha

jongwon reverts to his original spot behind you. his hands, now toying with the hem of you silky pj top. his scent gradually filling the space, the dense aroma of musky amber and rose.

can I stay here instead? I promise I won't disturb you..

he reassure while his hands sneaked beneath the fabric, the warm fingers dancing along your abdomen, tracing clear formation of your abs. index and middle fingers, tip-toed downwards, lightly tugging onto the waistband of your pants, loosening the bow knot.

..maybe

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ Taemin was in the kitchen, getting the coffee machine set up so that the rest of his cabin would be filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. His lips still pinched together, protruding out due to its thickness; unconsciously, he kept them like that as he was brainstorming what to eat, something he could make without messing up that badly.

He opened his fridge to pull out a carton of eggs, resting them on the counter by a glass bowl. Taking one of the eggs, he lightly cracks it against the rim, his fingers on each side of the broken shell, ready to unleashed the gooey yolk into the bowl until....

AH-

A mix of a startle and pleased whine blurted out from the sulking kitten, his cracked egg missed the bowl completely as his focus was smothered in the tingling sensation of that surprised neck kiss.

You didn't have to spook me like that....I'm making scrambled eggs...Do you like eggs or should I make something else?

He didn't mind at all being trapped in Jongwon's arms, it was until he glanced over his shoulder and found out he was topless and pressing his to his . Taemin's visage was tainted with a rosy hue; his sweet, yet refreshing scent was making its presence known again only to compete with the preparation of the morning coffee.

Oh....dear lord.....

He muttered under his breath and turned to focus on the preparation of their breakfast. Taking another egg, he successfully cracked it open in the bowl this time.

Hmph, no I'm not....I'm busy making breakfast, so you should sit down and look pretty for me, stinky Jongwon...

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ oh dear. seems like I upset the kitten.

jongwon muttered when he was left behind, head hung and shoulders shaking mirthfulness spilling past his fleshly brims. he covered his laughing mouth with the palm of his right hand. the overwhelming surge of your scent enough to indicate how miffed you were because of his indecisiveness. he kicks off the duvet covering his lower body, glancing at the slovenly appearance of the bed, making a mental note to tidy it up after breakfast.

he stopped at the door, intentionally. talking off the terribly crinkled tshirt he'd worn to sleep, then walked towards the kitchen, still chuckling as he recalled you little tantrum that he found so endearing.

he stood behind you, hands rested on the counter-edge, trapping you between his arms. he swooped down to press his lips, for a quick kiss at the side of your neck.

what are you making, taemin?

jongwon completely discards the boundary of personal space, his shirtless chest meeting your back. and he is pretty sure, his "morning wood" was impressioned to the curve of your .

are you still sulking, pretty one?

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ His thighs, on instinct, clenched firmly against your sides; it was a failed attempt to hide his excitement between his legs when he saw your gaze drop down.

ah...well...I mean yes guys get morning wood....but it's
ah-

A soft shriek slipped out his plump brims, his whole body starting to burn and tingle when he felt the firmness of your bulge pressed into his bottom, wishing he could feel it without the clothes acting as a barrier. His heart dropped; he was getting caught in 4k again, he was not experiencing the usual that man goes through on the brink of sunrise, but he was down bad for his companion...

U-Unless what?

His voice cracked, his brows softly burrowed as his lips jutted into a displeased pout. He swats gently at your shoulder, huffing now when you mention breakfast.

Breakfast?!

Taemin tugs on your hands, guiding and slipping them under his shirt, his bare skin radiating warmth. Meanwhile, his scent gradually flared up, suffocating the room with his pheromones.

Are you teasing me sir....How can I have breakfast when I'm thinking of you....hmph

He gets up, leaves your lap, and adjusts himself; he exits the bedroom to head to the kitchen in a rather sulking mood. He was still going to make breakfast with you, not having wasn't a deal breaker, but he did like to sulk from time to time.

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ the same flaxen sunbeam cascaded along your ethereal frame, unblemished milky flesh glimming like innumerable sequins at a red carpet. and certainly, jongwon was enrapture by the beauty before him. the pads of his thoughtless fingers drumming against your side until you caught them, by his thumbs. naturally, his fingers folded to hold.

well..?

jongwon asks, waiting patiently. a broad grin spreading across his visage when his patience was rewarded with bashful honesty. the same brown irises dropping pointedly at your clothes nether regions.

isn't that the case for almost every man?
I am hard too, taemin.

as if to prove his point, jongwon ever so slightly raised his hips, just for a few seconds above the bed then fell back down.

you don't have to shy about something like that. it is a natural reaction. unless...

he hesitated and with good reason for what he was about to propose.

nevermind.
are you hungry? should we make breakfast?

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ ah-

Taemin could only manage a sharp intake of air, silencing himself, and he worried with the silence that his racing heart could be heard pounding against his ribcage. The older man let out a euphonious whine; if he couldn't voice his shyness with words, a whine paired with a few gentle swats at your chest would do.

Morning could have come and gone because Taemin could be lost in those eyes. He never knew there was something more beautiful to look at than the night sky with those far away, already dead stars twinkling in the void. The night sky would be boring to look at from now on, when he had his own warm, deep brown sky filled with stars that breathe and live with more passion. He snapped out of his haze with the weight of the beta's hands, his cheeks rosy once he realized he must have been a fool, just staring at someone longingly.

ah um....well...

He searches for his courage and then the words that keep running away from him. His diminutive hands took a gentle hold of your thumbs, using it as a fidgeting device as he ran the padding of his thumbs against the blunt edge of your nails.

When I wake up in the morning....I'm always in the mood for naughty things...so I'm sensitive because I'll....get hard without you lifting a finger, probably....

He adds the last bit, clearing his throat and feeling his whole face flush.

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ that's such a brutal thing to say. why can't I be the life of you?

jongwon debated in a saccharine voice that one would use to cajole a pouty child. deeper shade of brown pools look up, while aureate beams of the daylight star fills them. your weight pressed against his, the natural fragrance that lingered on your skin, enticing as always. his manhood stirred with pure deviance, forming a bulge behind you, while you seated on his abdomen.

sensitive time? tell me more, taemin.

he pushed himself off the mattress with both hands, sitting upright. his idle hands now moving to hold onto both of your thighs.

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ His head being held by you, his face easily being seen in this state makes him let out a flustered whine.

Taemin's figure tenses up, worried of certain aspects of his body being noticed under your gaze, he couldn't let his morning excitement get caught too.

Ah.....you are gonna be the death of me...

He whispers out, and props himself up, telling himself he shouldn't do this but he wouldn't listen, he was a stubborn man. Swinging a leg over yours, both of his legs trapping you underneath him as he lowered his bottom down. His eyes fall shut, his exhale shaky as it leaves him as he attempts to settle his heart and flushing face. It was proving to be hard to not think about the family jewels he was sitting on, and dropped his head so all you would see was his disheveled locks as his fingers curl into your shirt.

It's bad....bad for me....the morning is a sensitive time for me....

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ oh?

jongwon hand curled around the back of your head, laughing at your cuteness. holding his urge to coo, because he remembered, that you wouldn't be too pleased about his reaction.

he looked down, smiled sweetly. despite the sleep-heavy lidded gaze.

well? why don't you?
then I can tell you if it is or isn't a bad idea.

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ Ah-

Taemin gets startled and buries his face into your shoulder, his face becoming flush. His tail flicks once more, hearing that voice at this time of day, someone better give Taemin strength not to pounce this wonderful man.

He peeks at you, face still flustered as he sulks.

I-I wanted to tease you....I was gonna straddle you but....that sounded like a bad idea.

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ jongwon had been awake, his biological clock setting the alarm earlier than usual, possibly because he was in a new place. but his eyelids fell shut when you saw yours, aflutter, signalling that you'd be awake soon.

kissing people without their permission, eh?

the beta's left eye peeked open, chuckling lowly. his voice sounded huskier because of sleep.

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ During their sleep, it was only natural that Taemin fully relaxed, his long, thick tail draped around their figures with the tip flicking.

The morning sun creeped into the room, making Taemin peel his eyes open, a struggle at such task but he was successful. He inhaled sharply, observed your sleeping features, the way your fringe curved in your forehead, it made his heart flutter. He was beyond happy that you were still here with him, it was an early holiday gift.

Then this mischievous clock chimed inside that leopard's head, and took action in making that idea blossom into fruitation.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his scent flaring up whilst doing it and continued to rub his cheek against your figure, moving to your shoulder and arm. Sometimes he left faint kisses, not wanting the kisses to be noticed when you wake up.

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ jongwon shifted closer, like you possibly wanted? humming a soft tune, staring at the adjacent wall, exhaustion finally taking a hold of him.

I am glad to hear that. sleep sleep. I am here. shh.

his eyes falls shut close, as few minutes later. smiling when he spotted a familiar ceramic sculpture in the room.

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ Taemin's hold tighten around the beta, afraid he would just disappear if he slumbered away.

Mm thank you.....you make me.... happy....

He murmurs out before his chest rises and fall down with slowness, his ears twitch under the kisses.

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ jongwon's head dropped onto the pillow, when his hand immediately reached to cradle your head on his bicep. gently patting your head.

thank you, taemin-ah. but you smell better.
sweet dreams.

he planted the softest kiss on the tip of your fluffy ears, each once. covering their bodies with the duvet.

@✧ ┆ l. jongwon. ᵈᵒᵇᵉʳᵐᵃⁿⁿ Once on the bed, he gave up control over his body and allowed sleep to seep into every inch.

He groans out, too tired to keep going.

I will...

He turns over to his side and laid an arm over your waist, sinking his face into your chest.

Smell..,.jongwonnie....smells good

His leopard ears poof up onto his head now that he was home and in bed.

@✶ ┆ l. taemin. ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈᵉᵈ ˡᵉᵒᵖᵃʳᵈ stifled simpers escape through the mouth pressed into a thin line. the small creak of the wooden feet follows when you free fall on the mattress. he yanked off the black hoodie he'd worn, draping it over the chair. he climbed onto the bed, slowly. laying on his side, supporting his head with his elbow, with his free hand, he is brushing away your messy hair strands covering your view.

rest then, taemin. take a nap.