An Umma And His Son

Taemin followed Key to the door like always to see the older man off. It was a usual day, Key would go to work for most of the day then come how for dinner with the boy like every night. He always ate dinner with Taemin, it's one of the promises he made when he adopted him three years ago. Since today was a Tuesday he wouldn't be going to the gym, no that was for Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

Key turned around to say his goodbyes. Taemin was in his usual clothes: Key's white button up shirt that hung low enough to cover the fact that he only wore white underwear underneath. Key never minded Taemin taking his shirts because he always did the laundry everyday, and he was used to this type of attire on the boy since he didn't really go anywhere. He always said the shirts smelled like Key and Key smelled good. It would make the older smile when Taemin complimented him like that.

"Well, I'm off. I'll see you later Taemin, don't burn down the house while I'm gone," Key joked with a smile.

"I won't Key Umma." Taemin returned the smile and leaned in to kiss Key on the cheek. "Be safe on your way there and back, and work hard."

The kiss was nothing new so Key just smiled as Taemin did a full ninety degree bow, nodding his head before leaving.

"Bye Key Umma..." The door closed. "... Saranghae.."

Taemin sighed and returned upright, plopping himself down on the sofa to surf the channels on tv, not really caring about what was on because his mind was too occupied with thoughts of his Key Umma. It's been three years since Key saved him from that orphanage. And Taemin could honestly say he was in love with Key. But how could he tell his Umma, he was sure Key only saw him as a son.

Bored with the tv, Taemin mulled around the house for a while, having a few cartons of banana milk, reading a few magazines Key's company produced, even listening to music loudly. But no matter what he did, he couldn't help but think it'd be more fun doing it with Key. He pulled the collar of his shirt up and sniffed, Key's scent filling his senses... and causing a problem in his underwear. He groaned in boredom but mostly frustration and had a wicked idea. He quickly ran upstairs and into Key's bedroom. He looked at Key's bed, all clean and neatly made. The whole room smelled like his Umma. He walked over to the bed, running a hand over the comforter, so soft and plush, before lifting a pillow to sniff it.

He whimpered, feeling the silky pillow on his face... oh Key, he thought. His mind went blank, the only thought was Key; his smile, his feline eyes, his slightly toned body... Next thing Taemin knew he was sliding out of his underwear and pulling off Key's shirt. He laid down in the bed, the fluffy soft blankets feeling good on his skin. He knew if anyone saw him, he'd look like a creep but right now he didn't care, the lingering warmth from when Key had a lazy moment that morning and didn't want to get up enveloping him, making his skin crawl.

He wanted to try something. It's not like he hasn't masturbated before, he was nineteen after all. But this was new. He was in Key's bed... He ran his hand slowly, teasingly down his body, pinching his nipples gently and working them between his fingers, then racking his nails down his front till his hand reached his erection. Tingles erupted through his body and he gasped. This was very new, he's never had this reaction before... Was this because he was in Key's bed...?

Whatever the reason, he decided he liked it and worked his hand up and down, slowly at first and then picking up speed. He caressed his hand along his neck and over his chest, his mewls filling the room. Then an idea occurred to him and he hesitantly stuck the fingers in his mouth, sucking on them until they were wet enough. He brought them between his legs and circled one around his entrance. The hand on his shaft stilled at his base and his face scrunched up in discomfort. It felt weird and he whimpered when he stuck the finger in. He knew he was too tense, he had read that this could be pleasurable, so he started pumping himself again, feeling the pleasure once again run through his body, instantly relaxing him. He stuck another finger inside and thrust them in and out slowly, scissoring them before adding the third. Suddenly his fingers hit a certain bundle of nerves inside him and he let out a loud moan.

"Oh God, Key...!" He mewled, tossing his head into the pillows. He bent his legs at the knees, spreading them further apart, and shoved himself down on his fingers so they pounded into his spot. "O-oh God, oh f-fuck..." He was surprised by his choice of words, having never really cursed before, but couldn't bring himself to care. The room was filled with his loud moans and the bed creaking. He felt heat pooling in his abdomen and let out a loud cry as he came, spurting on his chest and a bit of the bed.

After he came down from his high and his breathing evened out, he already had a plan in his head. He washed the sheets and blankets, arranging the on the bed nicely, cleaned his cum off his stomach (not without tasting it first and deciding he liked it and wondering how Key tasted) and got dressed in some jeans and Key's shirt. He took some money Key left incase he wanted to go out for lunch and went down to the nearest clothes shop.

Tomorrow was going to be interesting...