Montero (Call Me by Your Name) - Lil Nas X

*Smut*

(a bit unedited)

"Um can you guys give me a minute? I'm going to make a call."

It's been two hours since Yeosang has returned to this suite with Taemin for his shift, and so far things has been.... Tense.

Not like they've done enough talks to say the least, more so Yeosang and Taemin going over other strategies to taking on Orchids before they decided to practice their aiming and escaping gun points positions.

Meanwhile Jimin was having the time of his life taking pictures of himself and a few videos for his admires. As he stated, if they don't leave him alone while he's having his fun time, the door is out there.

And they're too choked up to go against him in that statement. So Yeosang has been ignoring Jimin this whole time. Not because he was mad or anything, but because he knew he would be tempted to do something while Jimin is dressed like that.

Meanwhile Taemin has appeared to be uninterested in what's going on in regards to Jimin. That's not surprising because Taemin is a professional, he just focuses his work on what he has to do. So he is what Yeosang relied on to keep himself focused.

But upon hearing Jimin sudden statement caught Yeosang a little off guard since he was in the middle of being slammed to the ground, snapping both males to look at Jimin laying back on the couch with a knee up that provoked the robe he's wearing to slide down his thigh.

Ah shit.

Yeosang had to snap his eyes away from him for a moment, rubbing his face with his hands when Taemin let's him go.

"We can't leave the premises," Taemin answers for Yeosang, helping him up at the same time before putting his hands behind his back in a resting position, "Is it an urgent call?"

"Well yeah, they want phone sex and we're planning on it through a video call."

Yeosang suddenly chokes while he was drinking his water, immediately recovering with his face blushing red. Meanwhile Taemin remained unfazed, despite the tips of his ears turning pink by Jimin's bluntness.

There are many things that Yeosang was definitely not going to tolerate while being here with Jimin, and that being one of them. The pictures and videos, whatever that's on him, but a whole call while he's fucking himself off is definitely not happening.

So annoyedly he approaches the tempting man, snatching his phone from his hands while the phone rings. Immediately Jimin gawks and sits up, following his gaze as Yeosang tosses the phone to Taemin -who takes it and wordlessly turns it off before shoving it in a drawer.

"Hey! My phone! Get the fuck out if I can't have my f-"

"You're having too much fun," Yeosang huffs annoyedly, slapping his feet off the couch so he can sit down, "By the way I saw your notes you left."

Immediately Jimin's mood quickly shifted, forgetting about the call all together, sitting on his legs with a broad smile and a linger finger tugging his red lips, "Really? Impressed?"

Taemin goes to sit on the leather chair across the couch, taking out a knife and plays with it between his hands while the two spoke. He's never one to get into their business either way so he just stays on his own side.

After all, he has a long night ahead of him.

"Could be better," Yeosang mutters, feeling Jimin's smile fall to a heavy scowl before he snickers and leans back against the couch, "Your observations are things I haven't thought of before, so it was nice to see things from a different perspective, thank you."

Right back Jimin's smile beams widely, deviously leaning closer, "So do I get a reward, hm?"

For a moment Yeosang's mind flew to a rush of vivid thoughts at once. Too many that he preferred not diving so deep into because of how it shivered familiar boiling emotions all over his body, precisely for Jimin.

Slowly he moves his gaze to Jimin, the other male staring back at him with those innocent eyes but smug smirk on those red lips. Him sitting there, dressed the way he is- It took a lot of will power for Yeosang to not take advantage of the moment right now.

But suddenly Taemin snorts, snapping out the heated tension the two boys were staring at each other with.

"Promiscuous."

Jimin nearly snapped his head to the sudden word, sneering his gaze to look at an uninterested Taemin still focused on the knife.

Yeosang can see it. The fire igniting behind Jimin's eyes in a familiar sarcastic aggravation, just about ready to say a petty rem-

"Is that suppose to be an insult Jack Sparrow?"

Taemin stops twirling the knife, slowly moving his eye to Jimin with a stare that Yeosang has seen plenty of times in the past.

Deadly.

A deadly stare.

He doesn't say anything for a moment but then refocuses back to the knife, "You're so arrogant, so childish."

"Arrogant you say?" Jimin giggles, making Yeosang tense up a little to the slight hostility in his tone, "Says the one who took my phone, now I have nothing to do."

And just like that, it was as though a flashlight that Taemin swung his knife at him. Yeosang's whole composure was lost when he sits up with wide eyes, but the knife lets the wind graze by Jimin's face, perhaps even trim a bit of his hair by the side, before spinning all the way to the wall and pinning itself there.

The tension has risen and thickened. Jimin is breathing unevenly, still with eyes only focused on Taemin. The man with the sparkling eye patch only glares at him before taking out another knife from his socket and glaring it as it plays in between his fingertips.

Yeosang only looks between Jimin and Taemin before easing back to the couch. Taemin would never hurt Jimin, under his order at least that's the case. On his own will, who knows, he just might if he's tempted.

Jimin still stayed frozen for a second or two long before he wordlessly gets off the couch and walks toward the bedroom, getting in there while closing the door shut.

Leaving the two alone.

No doubt he's not coming out anymore either.

Great.

Yeosang heavily huffs and peers his eyes to Taemin, "Was throwing the knife necessary?"

"He did it to Soobin, suddenly when it's done back he's sensitive?"

"Because he is sensitive," Yeosang tries not to snap, rolling his eyes, "His emotions are explosive after the incident. To you he may be annoying, but he's coping with a lot right now."

Taemin remains quiet for a moment, only glaring at his knife, "So what is your order, sir."

"Go and apologize, that's it."

Now this made Taemin roll his own eye, grunting but he still listened to Yeosang and got to his feet, adjusting his baggy cargo pants and tight long sleeved t-shirt with the harness properly. He spins the knife quickly between his fingers before putting it away, just as he moves stands in front of the door that Jimin disappeared off to.

And he scowls to himself before knocking on the door.

"Jimin, open the door."

No response was given back, so Taemin this time knocks harder to still hear no response. So he just barges inside the room.

Jimin's not anywhere in sight.

Taemin's guard slightly raised up and he carefully looks around, about to report to Yeosang that Jimin is missing, but then he suddenly hears a heavy breathing coming from inside a door.

It's not the bathroom, but from the walk in closet?

The fuck?!

Taemin carefully grabs his knife, hearing the breathing louder and louder as he grows closer to it, before grabbing the closet door handle and opening it.

Well, he definitely did not expect what he saw inside.

At all.

Jimin was leaning over the counter, legs parted, and a dildo going up between them with a quick hand. With every pulse up, it was like something zapped him and he was moaning, pressing his forehead against the island counter with heavy breaths.

Taemin didn't lose his composure, not even by Jimin's view of his ass just taunting him by the arch of his back.

Maybe heat did crawl up his neck, but he didn't batter an eye. Not even when Jimin suddenly fixes his eyes to him, having the audacity to play a seductive smile to his lips.

Taemin gulps.

But to his saving grace, he hears footsteps behind him, and he relaxes a bit more to Yeosang's familiar scent and puts his knife away.

Unfortunately, that also followed by the closet door shutting behind them, making Taemin's eyes widen a tad bit.

"Guess you caught Minnie's way of easing his tension, sorry about that."

Taemin didn't respond back, but Yeosang started to approach Jimin, snags a hand full of his hair from behind and cranes his head back, making Jimin immediately quiver with a smile.

And monotonously Yeosang glances at Taemin, still holding onto Jimin, "Want to see him react and behave?"

Taemin furrows his eyebrows but suddenly shudders a breath and takes a step back when Jimin abruptly shrieks, right as Yeosang takes the handle of the dildo and pushes it farther into him.

It's like he's frozen in time, his mind not running fast enough to process what is going on yet unable to look away as Yeosang chuckles against Jimin's whiny body against the counter.

There's so much going on right now that Taemin doesn't even know how to even handle his own emotions, since he's pushed it all off a long time ago.

"Baby," Jimin moans quietly, eyes still focused directly on Taemin, "I want him to play with us too."

Yeosang grins to this, casting his eyes to Taemin - Who's still frozen and with his gaze widen to the sight - before pulling out the dildo from inside him, forcing a pathetic whine from Jimin.

"Not happening," Yeosang taunts, turning Jimin around forcefully now, staring deep into his eyes, "Because you're only mine."

It felt like a blow in Taemin's chest when Yeosang suddenly kissed Jimin, smirking as he did so when he casts a glance to Taemin.

Knowing well he's provoking him.

Taemin scrambled himself back, all the way until his back met the door with a hard hand on the handle with eyes still unable to look away from the two.

He's restraining himself.

Badly.

He knows his boss is tempting him, he knows he is, but due to his responsibility now he can't afford to get distracted.

He's his boss after all.

So Taemin chained himself back with a hard grip to the door handle, concealing his emotions from the deprive need while Yeosang's hands travels every inch of Jimin's smooth body from under the robe.

Jimin is so needy and that much he's projecting it into the kiss, forcing Taemin's grip to tighten when he releases a quick whimper when Yeosang's hand grips the curve of his ass.

Every inch of Taemin's body screamed. It's buzzing and desperately fighting ferociously against his logical thoughts, wanting nothing more but to obtain dominance over his leader like how he's done so many times in the past.

While putting Jimin in his fucking place.

Biting his tongue now, Taemin shutters when Yeosang turns Jimin around to press him against the counter, fucking so hard into him that no doubt Jimin started seeing stars in his vision.

It's been so long since Taemin has been sexual with someone like that. To blur in the moment and just feel the exhilarating high of complete pleasure of being one with someone.

He remembers how good it felt being inside someone, feeling them tight around his dick while he pushed inside their body. The feel of sweaty skin against his fingertips and the equally pleasing noises that would escape his partners mouth of dripping pleads to feel more.

He remembers how he would get shivers on his skin by the hands the would grip his hair. The numbness of his lips to the mouth devouring his own. Buzzing of bolts striking his body to his toes. The undeniable pressure on his low abdomen as he desperately tried to hold it back so he can stay in that moment of ecstasy a while longer.

He remembers how fucking good sex was.

How it made him feel.

How Yeosang made him feel.

Now seeing him take pleasure in the moment with another man, Taemin was thirsty to feel that high again.

So badly.

His teeth gently bit his bottom lip as his eyes scanned the arch of Jimin's spine. The way he quivers whenever Yeosang railed inside him, yet still keeping himself upright despite this need to collapse. His pink swollen lips ajar with teeth snagging against them in his attempt to conceal back the moans while Yeosang held onto his hair, brutally tight. His eyes fluttering and glowing in pleasure while his fingertips dig the counter to hold himself up.

The robe can only conceal so much, and that's barely anything, yet it adds this sensuality to his body as it outlines every curve and angle while being bent.

Taemin's free hand twitched on his side, forming a fist to detain myself.

But when his eyes lands to Yeosang, a foot almost inched forward.

The man's chocolate brown hair is sticking to his skin, not enough to conceal the roughness in his eyes as he stares down at Jimin with a hand to his hair and the other on his hip. A wicked smile is toying his lips, appearing nearly mad if it wasn't for that small glint in his gaze.

Gentle.

Despite how rough he's going, there's this gentleness in it too.

To not hurt Jimin.

To make sure he has to space the exhale a stop if it's too much.

He's still a tender-hearted spawn after all.

Taemin closes his eyes, unable to ravel in the scene while he presses his head back, still able to hear those noises in his fucking head!

Jimin's moans.

Yeosang's growls.

The sound of fucking sex, just so close to him.

The pressure in his abdomen is driving him crazy.

"Taemin."

Shit, he thought he was hallucinating for a good second.

Taemin snaps his eye open on command, meeting Jimin's feverish gaze back to him.

They're reaching their climax, no doubt about that.

"I.... I want you to do something for me."

Taemin gulps thickly now, still keeping himself pressed against the door.

"What?"

Jimin moans when Yeosang gives his hair a good yank, smiling careless before eyeing Taemin, "Since he doesn't like to share, I feel bad with you standing there watching," And his eyes darted to his lower region, "I want you to touch yourself and then.... Fuck the spawn."

Yeosang fucking jerked inside Jimin, surprised to what he just said. Even Taemin's eyes dilated in size, more than it already was, feeling that pressure consuming him completely now with the image in his fucking head.

"Minnie, what are you-"

"As much as I love your dominant dick inside me, I also want to see you submit to someone," And Jimin grins widely, "I know you miss it too, I know I miss dick when I don't get it."

Taemin quivers - yes fucking quivers - to the lewd request, but with his nails digging his palm, he holds himself back, "Sorry, I don't take orders if it's not from Spawn."

"Must suck doing that all the time though, doesn't it?" Jimin sighs, sprawled on the counter with cheek presses against the marble, "Especially if you use to do all of that in bed, right?"

"Jimin," Yeosang bellows, eyes dark glaring at him, "Shut up."

Jimin grins widely, "What's the matter? Getting riled up to the thought of it?"

"P-Please."

"Miss being submissive? Don't you?"

"Jimin, I'm warning you-"

Taemin couldn't take it anymore.

He turns the handle on the door, "I'm sorry, I'll keep guard outside."

And he quickly gets out of the room, closing the door behind him. His heart is hammering so hard in his chest to the point he couldn't even breathe, or even think a proper thought in his head.

His sexual needs were getting too chaotic, and if he didn't get his shit together soon then he absolutely won't concentrate on doing his job at all.

But he can't leave the room. If someone comes in through the window and he's not here, then he's screwed. Yeosang is perfectly capable of taking care of himself, obviously, but right now he's in his little.... Moment, so Taemin has to obviously be his eyes.

So Taemin moves and sits on the edge of the bed, burying his face on his hands.

He needs to calm down.

It's not easy, obviously it's not, and he's so sex deprived right now that it's chipping his insanity.

Okay, sitting here doing nothing is not going to help.

Angrily Taemin lays back, eyes closed, practicing taking deep breaths.

The more he fought against those thoughts, the more annoying they would boldly return. It fired up his cells so much that he had to grip onto the silky sheets to release some of his tension, but that didn't help at all.

Now all he could think of is nude bodies moving beneath these sheets, having the silk texture brush the hotness of their skins and -

Shit!

Stop!

Taemin grips his hair angrily, groaning under his breath. He knows with just one nudge, one single tap of something, anything, he will completely lose it.

Without a single retrain back.

He just needs to last through the night, that's it.

Just through the night and then he can go back to his room, where he can let out this need through throwing knives or training.

He didn't know he had this much pent up sexual frustrations until now, and it's fucking with his head now that Jimin unlocked that shit.

It's true what Yeosang said, Jimin is the prince of sins.

And he's damn dangerous.

"Having fun there?"

Taemin immediately sits up upon hearing the amusing voice, trailing his eyes to see Jimin standing there before him with arms crossed and a twinkling smile on his swollen lips.

The fist on the sheets tightened, but Taemin still remained monotone to not show it, "I'm going to keep guard outside-"

"Not so fast," Jimin snickers, pressing a finger to Taemin's shoulder when he attempted to get up, "I'm surprised you resist so well from me. And here I thought Yeosang had a strong gut."

Oh best believe Taemin is barely holding onto a thin rope right now.

Taemin's jaw clenches, casting a glance by the closet door - where Yeosang came out of and stood there - and he mutters, "Yeosang, please tell Jimin to get his hand off me before I slice it off with a knife."

Jimin's smile widens, mischievously wide, "Ouch, I'm hurt," He whispers, easing his hand back, "Frustrated, aren't we?"

"I can handle myself," Taemin says back and gets to his feet, turning to look at Yeosang, "I'll be outside. If you need me, you know the code."

And with that Taemin moves past Jimin's amused stare, but didn't make it far because of a sudden hand running through his hair from behind.

That was the switch.

It all happened before he could process the way he turns and angrily pushes Jimin on the bed, knife out and pinned to his neck while his other hands pinned his wrists above his head.

Jimin's laughing now, clearly not intimidated to say the least by this.

If anything, it thrilled him.

"Don't provoke me," Taemin growls, practically trembling when Jimin's hand slowly trails his arm, "I will destroy you."

"Please do."

Taemin's eye twitched, but before he could say anything back to him, he heard a click.

A recognizable click.

His head snaps to the side, seeing Yeosang standing there with a gun pointed to his head and an icy stare in his eyes.

He pushed his boundaries.

Dammit.

"Off him, now."

Taemin is pissed now.

Not even the subtle kind either, but absolutely pissed.

Jimin is the one tempting him, provoking him, and he's the one that has a gun pointed to his head.

Ha, seems like Yeosang really forgot who Taemin is huh?

Ragingly calm Taemin moves off Jimin and puts the knife away, who sends him a wicked grin in return, and he turns to Yeosang - who still has a gun pointed to his head.

And Taemin steps closer to him.

Yeosang's eyebrow's twitched, stepping back when Taemin kept walking forward to the point his back shackled to the wall, but he still kept his gun up.

Pointed to Taemin's forehead.

Taemin coax his head to the side, glaring at him, "Put the gun down."

"You don't give the orders here-"

Abruptly Taemin grabs his wrist with the gun, snapping it hard to the point Yeosang released the gun, but Taemin snatched it and twists Yeosang's arm to his back, so his chest is pressed to the wall.

Gun pointed to his temple from Taemin's hand.

"You know better than to point a gun to me," Taemin growls, removing the safety, "I will follow your orders, but never point a gun to me. You seem to have forgotten with who you're messing with."

Yeosang grunts with Taemin presses him harder against the wall, "Trust me, I haven't."

"Good," Taemin mutters, "You're lucky, I would've teared your clothes off and made you remember how much you missed being told what to do."

"Hm."

Taemin flickers a small grin to Yeosang's small lip bite, leaning to his ear now, "Wouldn't you like that, hm?"

Yeosang didn't respond and his silence said it all, so Taemin snickers and lets him go, putting the gun on his hand before wordlessly moving out of the room.

After all, he has work to do.

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A/N:

Well, that was intense.

What a scene....

It's been a while! How has everyone been?

I PURPLE YOU! <3