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Taka stood at the door of the large building that’d been destined to be his new housing arrangement for some unidentified amount of time. He was half nervous, and half confident he’d be able to get in and out unharmed. 

Of course, he doesn't normally mean to. 

(Sometimes yes, but that was only on occasion, it wouldn't do to have people expecting him.)

So while he hears the tread of feet - or rather shoes, boots maybe? - in the hall, he doesn't think that his own bare feet aren't going to be heard, nor that when he turns the corner he's going to startle the guy who'd thought he was completely alone. 

It probably doesn't help that Taemin's hair is sticking up every which way, thanks to some poor attempt at styling his shaggy unkept cut with gel. 

The sounds coming from the room was loud, albeit slightly muffled. Anna chuckled - she had no idea that anyone in the Lair would have been into computer games. She’d assumed that people had little interested aside from themselves and sex. Stepping inside, she considered calling out for his attention but instead found it more amusing just to watch him. Quietly taking a seat on the couch next to him, she crossed her legs and stared.

He was just kicking ass on some extremely creepy ghouls, littering their moldy bones and decomposing flesh all over the sidewalk of his game world, so to have someone touch him when he's at the height of action induced adrenaline, and its lucky he didn't jump right off the couch and try to karate chop her. 

Belatedly he realizes that he hasn't paused or gotten his character into a safe zone where he can just leave it be, and takes a couple stupid hits to his health for his lack of attention as he stared at the other pet. He quietly mumbles off the name to the woman, not because he's angry about being interpruted, but because he was embarrassed at being found in the middle of his concentration like that, and because he was focused on not letting his character die so lamely. 

He wasn't at a good place to stop his playing though, so while he kept on, he couldn't help glancing at the girl for a moment, feeling his neck flush when so much skin was there for him to look at. He was sure it couldn't be to interesting watching him, unless--

"Did you want to try?"

Glancing back towards the stage he actually gets a bit excited suddenly because he’s been learning some new pole tricks and being awkward about it is too boring when he can show off to the gamer. “You’re going to be watching, right~?”

Flashing a playful smile he slides the half empty cup away and looks up to catch the time.

Content with his ‘guest’s’ condition he stands, hip leaning against the bar as he scoots for a good group that might be willing to splurge on a private dance. At this point even a lap dance wouldn’t be too annoying because for some reason he’s feeling more awake and confidant rather than just going through the motions and enduring idle client small talk or wandering hands.

Which is why its rather bitter sweet when Ren says he's going to be taking his leave again. Taemin is a bit daunted over being left alone like this, in a foreign environment, but he doesn't want to be a hinderance towards Ren at his job either. Just the fact that Ren decided to bring him along had Taemin determined to being on his best, most mature, behavior, not wanting to slip up and cause a problem being the friend of one of the employees. His gaze follows the direction Ren's gestured in, and it doesn't take but a few seconds of thought for Taemin to decide he's going to slip in there. 

"Okay. Have fun then."

Taemin sees the other boy off with a smile, and yes, he realizes what he said was a bit lame, judging by the glance Ren shot at him for it, which made Taemin smile sheepishly in turn, but, he meant it all the same. He likes Ren a lot, and likes to think that the other has a good time at work, even if it is just to make money in the end. 

There's a few minutes where Taemin doesn't move after he's been left to his own devices once more, watching as Ren disappears across the room. Fidgeting on the stool for a moment, it takes just five minutes before he's slipping from his seating place and starting to walk away from the bar, towards the hall to that champagne room. He stops though, going back to grab one last cherry, smiling at the barman who doesn't exactly smile back at him, more like just stares, which gets Taemin to walking away a little faster this time, rather than just aimlessly ambling as he's prone to doing. 

Entering the champagne room, Taemin doesn't have any expectations, just anticipation, the dim hall making him feel like he's going somewhere he's not supposed to be (well, besides the fact that he's really not supposed to be in this club at all). It turns out though that of course Ren was right, and after showing his stamped hand Taemin is allowed right on into the more private setting. He'd really had no expectations but. . . but he still wasn't exactly expecting what he found.

The setting was far more intimate than the main area of the club. There weren't tables around with chairs, there wasn't a bar lining one side, but instead there was plush seating, cushioned chairs and sofas. The lighting in the room set the atmosphere of intimacy further, a warmer feeling here, although, the smaller space and the fabrics around almost felt stifling in a way. It was quieter in here, but for the small number of people and scantily clad dancers, the sound of ice tinkling around in glass, and the cigarette smoke that misted in the air, and Taemin found himself stuttering. Without taking a seat he's left standing there, feeling thoroughly out of place, awkward, too young, inexperienced, and that's only reinforced when one of the club's dancers walks over to him. 

It doesn't take much cajoling to get him to sit himself down on one of the sofas, too out of place to try and think for himself on what he wants i n this situation. Before he'd just sat at the bar, right where Ren had left him, but now Taemin wasn't so sure about how to get on without his friend present, without a single familiar face near him. What's worse is when he's asked if he wants a drink, and Taemin tells the girl he doesn't have any money. After a beat of silence, she laughs at him. 

Its not entirely unfriendly, but Taemin still feels stupid, not sure if he's said the wrong thing or if coming here without money was dumb or not. He's just beginning to consider leaving this room to go back to the bar, wait there and not wander off again, but her hand settles on his thigh, and Taemin doesn't think he can leave, not without his leg, because there's no way he's going to have the courage to push her touch away. (Not that he minds the touch at all.)

It’s a messy move of limbs, and for a moment he’s caught in a daze, not really moving, half because he doesn’t want the teen to hit him again by accident, but they are still joined and Key’s still oversensitive, and when Taemin finds finally a way to reach his climax, Key’s back arches, legs falling open as his head falls back on the pillow. It’s too soon and too much for him. What Taemin lacks in experience he makes up with forcefulness, and even though Key’s spent, he still reacts to the quick thrusts and the teen’s mouth on his neck. His hands fly to the teen’s back, nails sinking slightly as he clenches and unclenches around the housepet’s length each time it feels like he can’t breath. However it ends before he can join Taemin in the frenzy, and he only manages to mewl when the teen’s seed, hot and slick, fills him up. He’s trying to catch his breath by the time Taemin falls on top of him, and when the other male doesn’t make any attempt to move off him, Key huffs. With the last of his strength, he puts both hands on the teen’s chest and pushes him off the enough so he can scramble from under him. His hips twitch as his channel feels the other slipping off, his release dripping out now.

In spite of his attempts to have the other off, half of Taemin’s body is still over his, but at least he can try to catch his breath now. His skin feels sticky with both sweat and his own seed, but he can’t bring himself just yet to get up and go for a shower, his thighs burn and Taemin didn’t hold himself back just when Key was the most sensitive, so getting up is out of question right then. Inwardly, Key laughs at the way he let himself go with the kid just as the other tried to reach his climax; for a moment, Taemin had infected him with his excitement.

The master’s voice sounds different, and its impossible for Taemin to recognize exactly how at this point, but either way he likes it, finds the older man’s voice soothing and carrying a warmth to it that it didn’t before. Before there was teasing and confidence, before there was quiet and sure command and boldness, but now Taemin finds a different quality layered into the sex-husked tone of the man’s voice, and the younger likes it a lot. The added touch of fingers brushing along the back of his neck and Taemin feels that perhaps this was the benefit of being a pet, that perhaps he really likes being one after all. Taking relaxed, slow breaths now, Taemin basks in the gentle repetitive touch, and the left over warmth shared between them.

His tired eyes open some, reminding him of how he’d felt when he’d been drunk that time (only this is so much better). With half his face still pressed to the mattress, his entire body laid slack and still on the bed, the pet looks over at the older man, quietly watching. Key’s hair is messy and there’s sweat on his body and a warmth to his skin tone and Taemin finds he really likes that. A smile forms on his lips instead of a verbal answer, and its probably not the kind of smile, a grin perhaps, that most people would give in this situation. There’s nothing devious or self satisfied about it, just a warm content sort of smile that proves he’s happy to look forward to more practice. 

Yeah, practice Taemin can do, he’s very diligent when it comes to practicing for his gaming, so for this too, for thoughts of feeling like this in the future, so languid and spent in a way he’s not sure can be compared to anything else--

The only reason he had even entertained the idea of bringing Taemin along is because he’s only working a half shift tonight. The idea of bringing the other boy along for a full eight hours to be bored doesn’t sit well with the blonde but he’s positive four hours shouldn’t be too bad. Still, he breaks away from a table of drunk college boys to come check on his guest, sliding onto a bar stool with a grain of relief that Taemin hasn’t gone too far off as he tucks a few loose bills away.

He’s got another dance on the smaller stage and is hoping to get in a few private dances before he’s due on the main stage in front of the bar because with the shorter hours he just has to get a good tip pay off for the evening.

It only occurs to Ren that he’ll be putting on a show for all the sleazy patrons of the evening plus his friend when he asks how Taemin is holding up and the fact caused him to blink a bit. The idea didn’t really bother him- it wasn’t like he was going to be giving the other pet a personal lap dance or anything –but he wonders almost playfully how the gamer will react.

“Do you like it so far?” He has to lean close to be heard over the music and he does a check for any surface damage before he turns his gaze to the girl on stage. She’s cute but got a bad attitude and a penchant for stealing stray belongings left unattended. His disdain is obvious.

He does like it, even if he's entirely out of his element. He likes the new and to explore, he likes to try new things, even if its not always comfortable. Not everything is going to go smoothly he knows that, and he's not going to like everything, but as of yet he's undecided about if he'll really want to come back or not. Well, he'd follow Ren pretty much anywhere, because so far, he's always had fun when he's with the other boy. 

His gaze follows Ren's gesture towards the stage, confirming that yes, he was going to watch the other dance first hand, and he found himself feeling a good deal of anticipation, curiosity, excitement, at knowing that. This all feels so adult. Yes, Ren is always fairly collected, not getting riled up over the smallest things, but this is his job, and there's an air of adult and control about his person right now that Taemin admires. He can't help but to grin at being told when Ren's going to be finished with work, while he picks at another one of the cherries that the guy at the bar had given him when Taemin had asked for one. He'd gotten a small number of them to his surprise, not just the one he'd asked after. Dipping one in and out of his juice, Taemin tips his stool a bit precariously, but he keeps it balanced seemingly easily enough. 

This master, who he'd learned the name of easily enough (it was probably much easier learning one or two names at a time, rather than many like Lu Han had to do), reminds him of Key. Their looks have something similar in the way of some kind of femininity, which both of them play up in their own ways, in ways that Taemin was only now as a pet becoming acquainted with. Truthfully, it appealed to him and his curious mind, as well as made him feel a bit more secure over perhaps having a severely dominating man who just oozed sexual beast to make a grab at him. For someone with a very standard upbringing, he'd adjusted to the fact that he was also attracted to men well enough, but perhaps those with a more androgynous edge helped him feel a bit easier about it. 

But its not just in looks that there's a similarity, its in mannerism as well, the quiet control. Key wasn't necessarily quiet, his laughter was surely ear catching, but there's something so cool about him, and Lu Han is doing that. . . well that something too. Its that something that doesn't spell everything out clearly for him, makes him guess on his own, isn't obvious and yet is sending of certain signals in his brain all the same. 

Is this. . . flirtatious behavior? Taemin stares at Lu Han some more, honestly at a loss if that's what this is, or if Lu Han is just that friendly, and easy going about being so close in proximity. He can't help getting lost in the way Lu Han's expression softens, and then the way his eyes open, pinning Taemin for a moment, before his gaze drops down to the other's lips. 

He shifts a little where he's sitting in the tub, Lu Han between his legs, one hip rubbing against a wrist, a forearm, bubbly water rippling gently in response. He only now begins to realize that his body is just on the edge of slipping into that response to others in a way thats only recently become familiar to him. 

"And, you didn't have to move," he says, a bit quieter than how he'd voiced the master's name. "I didn't mind."

As her back straightened, she leaned in close to his ears, her lips grazing them as she whispered softly, playfully “It’s not nice to stare Taemin - staring can lead to soo much trouble. like - a broken laptop maybe?” Chuckling, Krystal moved away, hands slowly taming her wild red tresses into a ponytail. She was feeling hotter than comfortable, and the slight breeze that passed through the open window felt good against her bare skin.

Or, well, not whispered teasingly into his ear either. 

Now he's determinedly not looking at her though (with maybe just a glance or two at her legs), and instead takes to staring at his poor neglected computer, though how much he's seeing exactly with all the empty sort of thoughts running round his head probably isn't much. 

"Does everyone drink a lot? At those kinds of parties?"

Like this, lost in a deep kiss, with his heart thrumming against his ribcage and his length swollen and trapped, sliding against the smooth skin of the man beneath him, Key continues to ride him. His velvety heat flutters closed tightly from time to time as his hips lift up before he impales himself time after time. His thighs are already trembling with the effort of looking for his pleasure while not giving in entirely to it.

He risks to take a look at Taemin’s face after he lets go of his hands so he can find support on the headboard again, and it’s impossible for his insides to not grow hotter as he watches how overwhelmed he is. His skin is flushed in a way he wishes he was able to bite and mark and keep it like that forever. He’s also trashing his head from side to side, but the way his hips meet his own thrusts tell Key that this denial is not for real, nothing to take seriously or that tells him he should stop. Inside him, Taemin is hard and dripping, and Key can feel him throbbing, wanting to release desperately.

He’s too far gone to look too much into why is that he loves to dominate like this, why he loves to make men go too deep into a sexual frenzy, why he toys with them until they can’t no more. Taemin is no different. At first he had wanted to guide him, gently coach him into opening to his needs and get to know his body. But right now that’s not on his mind anymore. He relishes into this power of having a man pinned down by his own desire. Knowing he’s wanted, what he can cause on their nerves, it’s this the stimulation he needs, all he wants to see engraved to their faces and the lovely motions of their bodies.

He doesn’t realize of this, but his eyes drift shut again and he speeds up his riding, barely separating from the boy’s pelvis as he bounces up and down, letting him plunge deep inside until he moves just a little to the right and he whimpers. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, and behind his eyelids all he’s able to see are dots of color and then flashes of white.

He’s panting, but he still spreads his legs a little more and leans down, no longer able to support himself just on his knees. Instead he presses his forearms into the mattress and his mouth is next to Taemin’s ear. He moves again, his hips rolling in a way that has him looking for that same thrust from before, and when he finds it, he lets out a small sob. His fingers tighten on the sheets, and just as his cheeks become tinged with red and his skin feels like it will burn to ashes, he pushes two more times, hard and unrelenting, and that’s it for him.

There's wet on his stomach that isn't like sweat, and Key's breathing is different, the way his lips are on Taemin's neck is different, the way he's moving is different, and the voice that ebbs out from his throat is different. Key has come and he's not trying to help Taemin along, not enough, his brain supplies as his body urges him to move, do something. 

His hips work first, no doubt the nerves there more responsive thanks to the flow of blood which has stayed put in his lower half, in a part of him that's in some kind of confusing agony, the pounding in his head and his heart, that rush of blood around his veins, not unlike the pulsing of Key's body around his erection. The hips try, they cant forward, up a bit, but its awkward, only instinct and no learning to follow. Key's done everything up until now, and with him so languid and spent above Taemin, content and lazy to keep Taemin from orgasm, the younger man starts letting the desperation to finish push him into action. 

The hips try again, pelvis rocking, his ass pushing off of the bed, shifting against the sheets, but Key is firm and solid and Taemin's in no amount of shape, no where near the leg strength for the way he wants to move himself, so he flops back down uselessly. He feels miserable and weak and crazy with lust, not hearing the foreign sounds coming past his lips, and the drive to orgasm, has him pressing his shoulders off the bed, arms finding their place behind him. Up on elbows he goes, and then palms, and then his torso is free of the bed, and Key is made to tumble over. Taemin quickly follows, in a haze as he's still inside Key, the movement causing different sensations and only proving to heighten his need to come.

He wants that, he wants that feeling like Key's got, right now, right this instant. Half in pain, Taemin fumbles until he's somehow able to move his hips, not even recognizing where he is in spatial arrangement to the rest of himself. His limbs are all about, lost, because all that matters is his pelvis, all that matters is getting the slide back, a whimper leaving his body when he half falls on top of Key in his scramble to keep fucking. His head bumps Key's jaw, one of his hands knocks into an arm, and his knees are confused for a second, having to remember how to bend, but then enough seems to fall into place, and he's moving.

Its all that matters. Breathing can wait. And with his mouth now somewhere around Key's neck, he can't really get any air anyways, the smell and taste of the master making him dizzy after flipping their positions. There's nothing finesse about it, the way Taemin's hips start to buck, desperate and experimental like he's drunk. Until he gets into a motion that works for him, spikes the pleasure in hot, sharp sensations, and he's snapping his hips fast, too fast for comfort, for either of them, his bony hips working into the backs of Key's thighs, but Taemin doesn't care. 

He's close. He's so close. So so so close. And then he's there. 

Whatever happens between reaching the crest of that pleasure-pain, and panting in a half-drool onto Key's chest, his fingers aching from clutching so hard at the sheets, Taemin honestly doesn't know. He doesn't remember how the feeling of being inside Key changed, from unbearable to something he can't leave. He can't move a muscle, not even if he'd wanted to. He feels boneless in a way that puts any past orgasm to shame, even the one before this, the one done about by Key's mouth.

Jerking off in front of someone else was not the type of thing he'd be doing here. 

He'd. . . well he'd sort of tried, to do it in the room, but that had stopped quickly when his roommate had flipped over in the bed to face him, and even though he was nearly certain that Kyuhyun had still been sleeping, Taemin hadn't dared to keep at it. Just remembering that gets his face flushing all over again, and yet it doesn't do anything to help curb his horniness. 

Even though Changmin had said something along the same lines, Taemin was unprepared for the taller to just lay back and think he'd go at it. Right that second. For a minute of awkward silence, all Taemin can do is stare at the prone man. 

Eventually though, when he's not given any recognition, when the other doesn't move nor seem to care about him at all, Taemin puts the pillow aside, and moves so he can lean over the side of the bed, stuffing his hand between the mattress and box spring, wondering why someone would hide their porn mags here. Well, the same could be said for why he wasn't having someone else here, in a house of sex, help him out in more than just advice.