[M] concupiscence (1/1)

the mid-autumn sun burned against taemin’s naked back & a bead of sweat dripped into his eye as he ducked & turned, his staff tucked beneath an arm & then swung at his opponent. his cropped hair was matted against his scalp & he itched to scratch the dampness at his neck. the thought distracted him too long & a puff of air blew through his lips as he was struck & knocked to his knees, a slam against his back dropping him face-first into the dirt.“what was it this time?” taemin grimaced at the amusement in minho’s voice.“my neck itches, my lord.”“then by all means scratch it.” he glared at the dirt as he stood, keeping his back to the warrior as he quickly rubbed his fingers over the offending skin. “better?”“yes, my lord.”“hmm.” he turned to find minho watching him with a look he had become familiar with. his master stood in tight trousers with no shirt, his hair pulled away in a small top knot & his feet in heavy boots. his dusky skin glowed with exertion & his cheeks were tinged pink. taemin wore identical attire though his hair now was too short to be bound. he propped up his staff & leaned on it, smiling sweetly at his master as he nonchalantly slipped a thumb in his waistband, assuming the stance of a man at ease.minho’s eyes narrowed & he uttered a curse as he stepped forward. taemin dropped his staff & slipped his hands over minho’s waist as his face was caught in his master’s hands & their lips pressed together, opening hungrily to taste one another. he wondered why minho attempted to train him at all when eunsook was doing a much better job at keeping both taemin & herself focused on the task at hand. whenever it was master & slave alone in the yard it ended with breathy moans & roaming hands. they were secluded enough that minho could take him there if he so desired though taemin had not yet convinced him it was acceptable.within minutes he was face down on the mattress, the scent of oil in the air & the sound of skin slipping against skin filled the room. his hands were at his ass spreading himself open for his master while minho’s hands braced on the bed by his sides, his naked chest pressed against his back. he groaned into the divots, knowing that their pattern was imprinting on his face even as his master took him: his entire body was being claimed.he cried out when minho moved faster, deeper, pushing in as far as taemin’s body would take him. he whimpered when he was suddenly left barren & gasped when he was thrown to his back & abruptly filled again, his back shuddering against the textured blanket beneath him. minho leaned down to suck taemin’s lips between his own & he willing sacrificed his tongue to his master’s mouth. he held the other’s jaw beneath his fingers as he felt himself devoured, pulling away only when his back arched & he was forced to gasp for air. his arms fell to his side & he nearly cried out as his cock was taken into minho’s warm & steady hand. his body shivered with sensations & he murmured “minho” as he stroked up & down the arm still by his side. he came with a cry & scrape of his nails against minho’s hand, barely catching his breath as he watched minho’s face as he came as well.taemin watched as he moved away, seating himself up against the headboard & beckoned to taemin with the crook of his finger. he climbed into minho’s lap, his master’s calloused palms running over his back & chest, navel & sides, skin glistening. he moved up & down, little swivels of his hips, his arms around minho’s neck, his collarbones level with minho’s mouth to be sucked & nibbled at. minho thrust up hard & taemin tangled his fingers into the curls before him in surprise. he held on tight as the other moved quicker & it was not long before he was again whispering his master’s name.