Tryst
Title: Tryst
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: A pretty blond boy catches Yunho’s eye at a restaurant, and though his friends suspect that the boy is straight, Yunho thinks otherwise. A meeting in the bathroom will answer the question one way or another…
A/N: You can read this fic in Russian here - translated by lamerk
He wants me. I can tell.
Yeah he may be sitting there with his girlfriend, showering her with compliments and acting like the perfect straight boy, but I know better. I have experience with things such as this, you see. ‘This’ being spotting guys who like other guys, much like I do myself. And this guy definitely wants me.
“Yunho, are you listening?”
I pull my eyes away from the boy on the table across the way, turning my attention to Junsu. “No, sorry. What were you saying?”
Junsu huffs and Changmin and Yoochun laugh.
“Forget it, Su,” Yoochun says, shaking his head. “He’s obviously seen someone he likes and you know how he gets when that happens.”
“Who is it?” Changmin asks, scanning the small restaurant.
I take a sip of wine and say, “The pretty blond on the table to our left.”
Junsu instantly turns around, childlike in his eagerness, whereas Yoochun takes a leisurely glance across the whole of the restaurant, far stealthier when it comes to checking people out. His eyebrows are raised when he turns back to me.
“You mean the one on a date? With a girl?”
I can hear the disbelief in his voice and I only smile in return.
“Hyung, come on.” Junsu rolls his eyes. “He’s obviously straight.”
“Oh?” My smirk widens and I flick my gaze across to the blond young man. Our eyes meet, lock onto one another for a heated moment, and then he’s looking away, down into his pasta as red creeps up his cheeks. “Interesting reaction for a straight guy…” I say, turning back to my friends.
Changmin stops eating for a second to mumble, “You were practically leering at him. What straight guy wouldn’t get freaked out by that?”
“Doesn’t explain the blush,” I point out, taking another sip of wine. “Plus there’s the fact that his legs are crossed and his hand is firmly clamped between them. He’s not doing that because it’s a comfortable position - he’s doing it because he’s hard.”
“Wha- How do you know that!?” Yoochun exclaims, apparently trying very hard not to turn around.
I shrug nonchalantly. “Because I made him that way.”
“How!?” Junsu frowns in confusion. “You’ve not done anything to him!”
“It’s all about suggestion. I take a bite of pasta and look at him whilst pulling it off the fork. He sees and fantasises about me sucking his dick. I part my legs and run my hand up my thigh, he thinks about jerking me off. I give him a look that says ‘I want to fuck you’ and he imagines me fucking him. It’s simple, really.”
My friends gawk at me.
Changmin is the only one able to look at the blond boy without turning around and I can see him assessing the other. He’s witness to the way that the blond boy glances at me from under his lashes when he lifts his food to his mouth, to the way that he shifts in his chair when I run my eyes over him and to the way that his eyes flick to me when he laughs at something his girlfriend says.
“Holy shit, you’re right,” Changmin murmurs. “He is gay…”
“Told you,” I grin.
“So what are you going to do about it?” Junsu questions excitedly. “He’s on a date with a girl, so you can’t just go up to him and be all, ‘Hey, fancy a shag?’.”
At this, Yoochun starts spluttering, having chosen the moment before to take a drink.
When he finally gets his breath back, he asks, “Junsu, when have you ever heard Yunho-hyung say that?”
Junsu looks sheepish, cheeks red with embarrassment. “Well… never… But you don’t know, he could say stuff like that!”
“He doesn’t,” Yoochun deadpans.
Taking a break from his food again, Changmin says, “Seriously though Hyung, are you going to go after him? It seems kind of unfair on his girlfriend if you steal him away…”
“I’ll only steal him for a little while. He’ll be able to finish his date, don’t worry.”
I take a gulp of wine, eyes locked with the blond boy’s, and I make sure that he’s watching as I lick my lips, slowly and deliberately. I stand up before my friends can comment further, walking away from our table and towards the toilets. I smirk at the boy as I pass, not even sparing a glance at the girl sitting opposite him. He should be forgetting about her very existence soon anyway… I grin to myself as I enter the toilets, confident that he’ll follow.
No more than thirty seconds go by before the door opens again and he’s standing before me, eyes wide and confused but undoubtedly filled with lust. With desire. For me.
I run my eyes over his body, enjoying the way that he fidgets under my gaze, and then I’m stalking towards him, smiling wolfishly, cock already hardening at the knowledge of what’s about to happen. I hook my fingers into his belt loops, pulling his hips to meet mine.
He doesn’t resist. Instead his breathing quickens, hands coming to hesitantly rest upon my forearms as he looks up at me from under his lashes. He’s nervous, I can tell, but the way that he subtly pushes his erection against my own is proof enough that he wants this.
Grinning widely I bring my lips down, a hair’s breadth from his.
His eyelids flutter shut in anticipation but spring open again when he finds himself suddenly slammed against the sinks, his thighs spread by my right leg. His fingers grip my shirt harder and he moves himself up and down a little, apparently turned on by the unexpected move. He licks his lips.
I lean into him, pushing him further against the counter, eyes locked as our mouths get closer. I roll my hips against his, smirking at the whine he emits. God I want to gag him, make him really beg for this, but there’s no time so I pull away, dragging him by the belt loops to the stall at the end. I pull him in after me, pushing him to the side so that I can close and lock the door.
He doesn’t make a move to touch me but his whole body seems to be thrumming with excitement, desperately horny and in need of a good hard fuck. I’m only too willing to assist.
“What’s your name?” I whisper as I crowd him against the wall, fingers dancing up his sides.
“J-Jaejoong.” His hands rest on my shoulders as he moves his lower half closer almost imperceptibly.
“Nice to meet you, Jaejoong. I’m Yunho.” I bring our lips together then, taking his mouth in a harsh kiss. It’s wet and messy and his head thunks against the wall more than once but his fingers are clawing at me, his tongue willingly thrusting against mine and I know that this is going to be one hell of a ride.
I slip my hands beneath the bottom of his shirt, not wasting any time before I slide them down the back of his jeans, bypassing his underwear and groping his bare butt. He squirms against me and I squeeze a little harder.
His fingers are in my hair then, tugging and pulling and adding just the right amount of pain to make this even more pleasurable. Back arching, he brings our clothed chests into contact.
Am I imagining things, or does he have a nipple piercing…?
Fuck, that’s hot. I want to play with it, pull it between my teeth and hear him moan. I’m still conscious of where we are though, of how much time we have, and know that I can’t follow through on my desire. It’s time to speed things up.
After retracting my hands from his underwear I quickly get to work on undoing the buttons of his jeans. His hard cock pushing against them from the inside and distending the material makes it difficult, as does the way he’s kissing and sucking and biting at my lips. I growl deep in my throat, frustrated, and feel him shiver in return.
Giving up on the last button, I simply tug harshly, satisfied when his jeans slip down to mid-thigh. That’s plenty far enough… For a moment I contemplate leaving his boxers on, wondering if I should make him come in them and then send him back to the table, back to his girlfriend, with the evidence of our tryst a constant wet reminder, but quickly decide that I want to see his cock, want to feel it pulse in my hand. I hurriedly pull his underwear down.
His whole body quivers as his arousal is revealed and he clenches his fingers in my hair.
Pulling away with a groan I quickly spin him around, roughly pushing him up against the door.
Little cock-slut that he is, he immediately pushes his hips back, drawing my attention to his soft, curved behind. He leans his head against the door and looks at me from over his left shoulder. His blond hair is askew, out-of-place strands falling across his forehead, his cheeks are flushed, his red lips open and inviting. His eyes, though… His eyes are begging me to do all sorts of naughty, nasty, dirty things to him, pleading with me to take him hard and rough, to make him scream.
“This isn’t your first time, is it.” It’s a statement, not a question.
He gives a soft shake of his head and I grin, unbuckling my belt. He may appear innocent, may appear straight even, but I know just as well as he does that what he really wants, really needs, is a thick hard cock up his ass and someone to take control. I’m more than happy to be that someone.
Before shucking my trousers down I take a condom from my back pocket, glad that I’m always ready. No lube, but somehow I don’t think he’ll mind.
I murmur in his ear, “Prepare yourself,” and press close to him, my hands gripping his hips. As I pull away to watch I make sure that my erection slides teasingly down the parting between his cheeks.
Predictably, he shivers. His whole body arches, trying to keep the delicious contact, and he makes the most delectable sound, somewhere between a groan and a whine.
Fuck, if he keeps making noises like that…
I wrap my hand around myself, stroking slowly.
His eyes linger on my throbbing length and he licks his lips, breath coming in harsh pants. Without hesitation he begins to suck on three of his fingers, wet mouth engulfing them as his tongue swirls around and the whole time his gaze never leaves mine. He releases them with a moan and gives a last lick to the tip of his middle finger.
I watch entranced as he pushes his ass further away from the door, closer to me, and I squeeze myself harshly when he circles his fingers around the rim of his small hole. He sighs, eyelids fluttering, and I really wish that we had more time so that he could be teased and tortured properly.
Seeming to sense my impatience, he rapidly thrusts a finger into himself, mouth opening wide in a silent groan. His eyebrows crease as he pumps the digit in and out but he soon adds another, bending over more to get a better angle.
It certainly provides me with a better view…
He twists his fingers and I lick my lips. Reluctantly I let go of myself, needing to get the condom on before I decide to just take him bare. My eyes are riveted to his twitching entrance, watching transfixed as a third finger pushes past the muscles and into that tight clenching heat.
He’s writhing now, his hips circling and his free hand scrabbling for purchase on the door. I wonder if he knows how wanton he looks, how Goddamn fucking sexy.
Deeming the lubrication provided by the condom to be sufficient, I step up behind the pretty blond boy (Jaejoong, wasn’t it?) and tug on his arm, signalling him to cease his ministrations. I nuzzle his neck, nipping at the skin. I want to prolong this moment so much, to have him whine and beg me for it, but again, I know I can’t.
I spread his cheeks and smirk at the redness of his hole, hoping that he’s even more sensitive after playing with himself. Not wasting a moment, I start to press in. There’s a little resistance but I push past it easily, not stopping until I’m pressed flush against his round ass.
Holy shit he feels good. So good. So fucking hot and tight and fuck I can feel him twitching and when he shifts slightly I can feel myself scraping along his walls and why the fuck aren’t I moving yet? I pull back ever so slightly, testing his reaction, and when he doesn’t protest I push back in.
He’s breathing deeply, obviously concentrating on staying relaxed, but he doesn’t seem to be in pain so I repeat the action, just pumping in and out in small, slow movements.
I slide my hand down from his hip and grip his cock, pleased to find it hard and throbbing and leaking copiously from the slit. I run my thumb through the liquid, spreading it over his sensitive head and enjoy the feeling of his entrance clamping down on me, his body shaking with pleasure.
My right hand grasps his hip hard whilst my left begins to stroke him, lightly clasping his erection. I move my hips in tandem with my hand, pushing in deeply as I swirl my fingers over the head, then pulling out as I rub down to the base. I start to speed up and he moves with me.
He pushes his hips back, taking my cock all of the way inside him, tilting his head back as I smear more pre-come across his tip. His ass clenches tightly when I pull back, as though trying to keep me inside. That doesn’t stop him from thrusting up into my hand though, fucking my fist as I fuck his hole.
The pace quickens, our breathing becoming more laboured as I start to snap my hips harder. His head is still tilted back, chest pressed to the door as he grinds himself onto me. I take advantage of it, sucking at the juncture of his shoulder, grinning when he whines loudly.
I know I should make this quick, that there are people waiting for us, that we’ve already wasted too much time, but I can’t resist drawing out our pleasure. His ass is too fucking good to waste.
I remove my mouth from his neck and pull back until only the tip of my erection is still inside him.
He groans in protest, as I knew he would.
Sliding my hand to the very top of his length, I tug him in short, harsh jerks which are mimicked by my shallow thrusts into his hole. I let no more than 3 inches slip into him, very aware of the fact that my cock is running over his prostate with every movement, pushing hard against it and making him squirm. It’s torture for me, too, having only the clenching muscles of his entrance squeezing my hard member, but fuck is it worth it.
He’s leaning his head against the door now, nonsensical words and sounds spilling from his reddened lips. His whole body is quivering, driven to unknown heights of pleasure as I tease his most sensitive parts.
Finally deciding that we really can’t take any longer, I push in all the way, smirking as he lets out a loud moan. I start a fast, brutal pace, slamming into him with everything I have, twisting my hand around his leaking cock in opposition to my harsh thrusts. I can feel him clenching around me sporadically, my movements too fast and gratifying to truly get used to.
“Oh fuck,” he mutters, head bowing down further.
Keening, he pushes back onto me and can only seem to muster up enough strength to roll his hips slightly. His walls caress me, drag me deeper into ecstasy, and I know that it won’t be long for either of us.
I move my right hand from his hip and wrap my arm around him instead. Our bodies pull close, the heat between us almost stifling. Burying my face in his neck I trail kisses up the pale column, the touch soft compared to the wild joining of our lower halves. I thrust in vigorously, forcing him onto his tiptoes.
His fingers start clawing at the door, his body shaking and more of those delicious sounds escape his lips. He’s nearly there.
I can’t wait to feel him come around me…
I bite down hard, squeeze his straining erection, slide as deep inside him as I possibly can and then I feel it, feel him quiver and writhe and clamp down on me, his body rocking with the force of his orgasm. He cries out brokenly, his cock jerking in my hand as he pumps out his release.
It’s so hot, so fucking sexy that I can’t help but to follow him into bliss. I pull him against me, our bodies touching everywhere, and I feel the effects of his climax acutely.
He’s so hot and tight and fuck he’s contracting around me and I know I’ve done this before but fuck I swear it’s never felt this good, this all-consuming and I groan into his shoulder, clutching at him, satisfaction burning through my system and pulsing out of my cock and into him and fuck fuck fuck!
It takes a good few moments for us both to calm down, our breathing harsh and loud in the suddenly silent room. God, I don’t even know the last time I came that hard…
Gathering what remains of my strength I manage to stand up and unwind my arms from around the pretty blond boy. I reach to the side for some toilet paper, wiping my hand clean of his come before stepping back and allowing myself to slide free of his still impossibly tight heat. Grimacing, I pull the condom off and dispose of it in the small bin provided. I use more paper to quickly wipe myself down, throwing it in the toilet when I’m done.
Turning my attention to the pretty blond boy, I smirk at the fact that he’s still resting his arms on the door, trying to regain his composure. I guess it was just as good for him… Not that I have any doubts about my abilities, mind. I know that I’m a fantastic lover; I’m just surprised that he was, too.
I’m still smirking as I tuck myself back into my underwear, refasten my buttons and belt and flush the toilet.
“Thanks,” I murmur, placing my hands on his hips and kissing him on the cheek. I steer him backwards, out of the way of the door.
He looks confused for a moment but soon seems to get his bearings as I wink at him and unlock the door, opening it despite the fact that his jeans and boxers are still around his thighs. No one came in whilst we were busy - it’s not like anyone’s going to see him in all his partially-naked glory.
I pull the door to after I step out anyway, giving him at least some semblance of privacy, and move to the sinks, washing my hands quickly and efficiently. A glance in the mirror shows that my very smug expression practically screams ‘I just had sex’. Somehow, I can’t find it in me to care. I did just have sex, and it was fucking good.
I leave the boy in the stall, confident that he’ll be out in under a minute anyway.
The disbelieving looks that my friends give me when I sit back down at the table are highly amusing. I take a sip of my wine but still can’t keep the grin from my face. They’re silent until Changmin spots the boy coming around the corner, apparently more composed now.
He’s not limping, but he’s certainly not walking normally. His hair is neater than when I’d left him but still a bit of a mess and his cheeks still hold a hint of a blush. The most interesting thing is the red mark at the juncture between his neck and shoulder though.
I see my friends notice it and feel proud that I marked him so obviously.
“Holy shit, you actually fucked him,” Changmin whispers excitedly.
“Of course I did.” I shrug nonchalantly, as though that should be common knowledge. “Why else would we have been in there so long?”
Junsu looks amazed. “But he’s on a date with a girl! How did you convince him?”
“No convincing needed,” I say. “There wasn’t much talking at all, actually. We just got straight to it.”
Yoochun laughs. “Did you catch his name, at least?”
“Jaejoong.” I grin, catching said boy’s eye. He flushes and hurriedly looks away, making me grin wider.
“Are you going to see him again?” Changmin asks, taking a bite of the dessert that they evidently ordered whilst I was away.
“Don’t be silly, Min.” Junsu rolls his eyes. “Of course he’s not going to.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Yoochun says, eyeing me with a knowing smirk. “I think that Yunho-hyung had more fun than he was expecting… This may not be the last we hear of ‘Jaejoong’.”
I hide my grin behind my wine glass, gaze flicking over to the blond boy. He glances away from his girlfriend just in time to meet my eyes and smile shyly. I wink at him and delight in his resulting blush.
I hope it’s not the last I hear of him… In more ways than one.
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Length: One-shot
Genre: Smut
Summary: A pretty blond boy catches Yunho’s eye at a restaurant, and though his friends suspect that the boy is straight, Yunho thinks otherwise. A meeting in the bathroom will answer the question one way or another…
A/N: You can read this fic in Russian here - translated by lamerk
He wants me. I can tell.
Yeah he may be sitting there with his girlfriend, showering her with compliments and acting like the perfect straight boy, but I know better. I have experience with things such as this, you see. ‘This’ being spotting guys who like other guys, much like I do myself. And this guy definitely wants me.
“Yunho, are you listening?”
I pull my eyes away from the boy on the table across the way, turning my attention to Junsu. “No, sorry. What were you saying?”
Junsu huffs and Changmin and Yoochun laugh.
“Forget it, Su,” Yoochun says, shaking his head. “He’s obviously seen someone he likes and you know how he gets when that happens.”
“Who is it?” Changmin asks, scanning the small restaurant.
I take a sip of wine and say, “The pretty blond on the table to our left.”
Junsu instantly turns around, childlike in his eagerness, whereas Yoochun takes a leisurely glance across the whole of the restaurant, far stealthier when it comes to checking people out. His eyebrows are raised when he turns back to me.
“You mean the one on a date? With a girl?”
I can hear the disbelief in his voice and I only smile in return.
“Hyung, come on.” Junsu rolls his eyes. “He’s obviously straight.”
“Oh?” My smirk widens and I flick my gaze across to the blond young man. Our eyes meet, lock onto one another for a heated moment, and then he’s looking away, down into his pasta as red creeps up his cheeks. “Interesting reaction for a straight guy…” I say, turning back to my friends.
Changmin stops eating for a second to mumble, “You were practically leering at him. What straight guy wouldn’t get freaked out by that?”
“Doesn’t explain the blush,” I point out, taking another sip of wine. “Plus there’s the fact that his legs are crossed and his hand is firmly clamped between them. He’s not doing that because it’s a comfortable position - he’s doing it because he’s hard.”
“Wha- How do you know that!?” Yoochun exclaims, apparently trying very hard not to turn around.
I shrug nonchalantly. “Because I made him that way.”
“How!?” Junsu frowns in confusion. “You’ve not done anything to him!”
“It’s all about suggestion. I take a bite of pasta and look at him whilst pulling it off the fork. He sees and fantasises about me sucking his dick. I part my legs and run my hand up my thigh, he thinks about jerking me off. I give him a look that says ‘I want to fuck you’ and he imagines me fucking him. It’s simple, really.”
My friends gawk at me.
Changmin is the only one able to look at the blond boy without turning around and I can see him assessing the other. He’s witness to the way that the blond boy glances at me from under his lashes when he lifts his food to his mouth, to the way that he shifts in his chair when I run my eyes over him and to the way that his eyes flick to me when he laughs at something his girlfriend says.
“Holy shit, you’re right,” Changmin murmurs. “He is gay…”
“Told you,” I grin.
“So what are you going to do about it?” Junsu questions excitedly. “He’s on a date with a girl, so you can’t just go up to him and be all, ‘Hey, fancy a shag?’.”
At this, Yoochun starts spluttering, having chosen the moment before to take a drink.
When he finally gets his breath back, he asks, “Junsu, when have you ever heard Yunho-hyung say that?”
Junsu looks sheepish, cheeks red with embarrassment. “Well… never… But you don’t know, he could say stuff like that!”
“He doesn’t,” Yoochun deadpans.
Taking a break from his food again, Changmin says, “Seriously though Hyung, are you going to go after him? It seems kind of unfair on his girlfriend if you steal him away…”
“I’ll only steal him for a little while. He’ll be able to finish his date, don’t worry.”
I take a gulp of wine, eyes locked with the blond boy’s, and I make sure that he’s watching as I lick my lips, slowly and deliberately. I stand up before my friends can comment further, walking away from our table and towards the toilets. I smirk at the boy as I pass, not even sparing a glance at the girl sitting opposite him. He should be forgetting about her very existence soon anyway… I grin to myself as I enter the toilets, confident that he’ll follow.
No more than thirty seconds go by before the door opens again and he’s standing before me, eyes wide and confused but undoubtedly filled with lust. With desire. For me.
I run my eyes over his body, enjoying the way that he fidgets under my gaze, and then I’m stalking towards him, smiling wolfishly, cock already hardening at the knowledge of what’s about to happen. I hook my fingers into his belt loops, pulling his hips to meet mine.
He doesn’t resist. Instead his breathing quickens, hands coming to hesitantly rest upon my forearms as he looks up at me from under his lashes. He’s nervous, I can tell, but the way that he subtly pushes his erection against my own is proof enough that he wants this.
Grinning widely I bring my lips down, a hair’s breadth from his.
His eyelids flutter shut in anticipation but spring open again when he finds himself suddenly slammed against the sinks, his thighs spread by my right leg. His fingers grip my shirt harder and he moves himself up and down a little, apparently turned on by the unexpected move. He licks his lips.
I lean into him, pushing him further against the counter, eyes locked as our mouths get closer. I roll my hips against his, smirking at the whine he emits. God I want to gag him, make him really beg for this, but there’s no time so I pull away, dragging him by the belt loops to the stall at the end. I pull him in after me, pushing him to the side so that I can close and lock the door.
He doesn’t make a move to touch me but his whole body seems to be thrumming with excitement, desperately horny and in need of a good hard fuck. I’m only too willing to assist.
“What’s your name?” I whisper as I crowd him against the wall, fingers dancing up his sides.
“J-Jaejoong.” His hands rest on my shoulders as he moves his lower half closer almost imperceptibly.
“Nice to meet you, Jaejoong. I’m Yunho.” I bring our lips together then, taking his mouth in a harsh kiss. It’s wet and messy and his head thunks against the wall more than once but his fingers are clawing at me, his tongue willingly thrusting against mine and I know that this is going to be one hell of a ride.
I slip my hands beneath the bottom of his shirt, not wasting any time before I slide them down the back of his jeans, bypassing his underwear and groping his bare butt. He squirms against me and I squeeze a little harder.
His fingers are in my hair then, tugging and pulling and adding just the right amount of pain to make this even more pleasurable. Back arching, he brings our clothed chests into contact.
Am I imagining things, or does he have a nipple piercing…?
Fuck, that’s hot. I want to play with it, pull it between my teeth and hear him moan. I’m still conscious of where we are though, of how much time we have, and know that I can’t follow through on my desire. It’s time to speed things up.
After retracting my hands from his underwear I quickly get to work on undoing the buttons of his jeans. His hard cock pushing against them from the inside and distending the material makes it difficult, as does the way he’s kissing and sucking and biting at my lips. I growl deep in my throat, frustrated, and feel him shiver in return.
Giving up on the last button, I simply tug harshly, satisfied when his jeans slip down to mid-thigh. That’s plenty far enough… For a moment I contemplate leaving his boxers on, wondering if I should make him come in them and then send him back to the table, back to his girlfriend, with the evidence of our tryst a constant wet reminder, but quickly decide that I want to see his cock, want to feel it pulse in my hand. I hurriedly pull his underwear down.
His whole body quivers as his arousal is revealed and he clenches his fingers in my hair.
Pulling away with a groan I quickly spin him around, roughly pushing him up against the door.
Little cock-slut that he is, he immediately pushes his hips back, drawing my attention to his soft, curved behind. He leans his head against the door and looks at me from over his left shoulder. His blond hair is askew, out-of-place strands falling across his forehead, his cheeks are flushed, his red lips open and inviting. His eyes, though… His eyes are begging me to do all sorts of naughty, nasty, dirty things to him, pleading with me to take him hard and rough, to make him scream.
“This isn’t your first time, is it.” It’s a statement, not a question.
He gives a soft shake of his head and I grin, unbuckling my belt. He may appear innocent, may appear straight even, but I know just as well as he does that what he really wants, really needs, is a thick hard cock up his ass and someone to take control. I’m more than happy to be that someone.
Before shucking my trousers down I take a condom from my back pocket, glad that I’m always ready. No lube, but somehow I don’t think he’ll mind.
I murmur in his ear, “Prepare yourself,” and press close to him, my hands gripping his hips. As I pull away to watch I make sure that my erection slides teasingly down the parting between his cheeks.
Predictably, he shivers. His whole body arches, trying to keep the delicious contact, and he makes the most delectable sound, somewhere between a groan and a whine.
Fuck, if he keeps making noises like that…
I wrap my hand around myself, stroking slowly.
His eyes linger on my throbbing length and he licks his lips, breath coming in harsh pants. Without hesitation he begins to suck on three of his fingers, wet mouth engulfing them as his tongue swirls around and the whole time his gaze never leaves mine. He releases them with a moan and gives a last lick to the tip of his middle finger.
I watch entranced as he pushes his ass further away from the door, closer to me, and I squeeze myself harshly when he circles his fingers around the rim of his small hole. He sighs, eyelids fluttering, and I really wish that we had more time so that he could be teased and tortured properly.
Seeming to sense my impatience, he rapidly thrusts a finger into himself, mouth opening wide in a silent groan. His eyebrows crease as he pumps the digit in and out but he soon adds another, bending over more to get a better angle.
It certainly provides me with a better view…
He twists his fingers and I lick my lips. Reluctantly I let go of myself, needing to get the condom on before I decide to just take him bare. My eyes are riveted to his twitching entrance, watching transfixed as a third finger pushes past the muscles and into that tight clenching heat.
He’s writhing now, his hips circling and his free hand scrabbling for purchase on the door. I wonder if he knows how wanton he looks, how Goddamn fucking sexy.
Deeming the lubrication provided by the condom to be sufficient, I step up behind the pretty blond boy (Jaejoong, wasn’t it?) and tug on his arm, signalling him to cease his ministrations. I nuzzle his neck, nipping at the skin. I want to prolong this moment so much, to have him whine and beg me for it, but again, I know I can’t.
I spread his cheeks and smirk at the redness of his hole, hoping that he’s even more sensitive after playing with himself. Not wasting a moment, I start to press in. There’s a little resistance but I push past it easily, not stopping until I’m pressed flush against his round ass.
Holy shit he feels good. So good. So fucking hot and tight and fuck I can feel him twitching and when he shifts slightly I can feel myself scraping along his walls and why the fuck aren’t I moving yet? I pull back ever so slightly, testing his reaction, and when he doesn’t protest I push back in.
He’s breathing deeply, obviously concentrating on staying relaxed, but he doesn’t seem to be in pain so I repeat the action, just pumping in and out in small, slow movements.
I slide my hand down from his hip and grip his cock, pleased to find it hard and throbbing and leaking copiously from the slit. I run my thumb through the liquid, spreading it over his sensitive head and enjoy the feeling of his entrance clamping down on me, his body shaking with pleasure.
My right hand grasps his hip hard whilst my left begins to stroke him, lightly clasping his erection. I move my hips in tandem with my hand, pushing in deeply as I swirl my fingers over the head, then pulling out as I rub down to the base. I start to speed up and he moves with me.
He pushes his hips back, taking my cock all of the way inside him, tilting his head back as I smear more pre-come across his tip. His ass clenches tightly when I pull back, as though trying to keep me inside. That doesn’t stop him from thrusting up into my hand though, fucking my fist as I fuck his hole.
The pace quickens, our breathing becoming more laboured as I start to snap my hips harder. His head is still tilted back, chest pressed to the door as he grinds himself onto me. I take advantage of it, sucking at the juncture of his shoulder, grinning when he whines loudly.
I know I should make this quick, that there are people waiting for us, that we’ve already wasted too much time, but I can’t resist drawing out our pleasure. His ass is too fucking good to waste.
I remove my mouth from his neck and pull back until only the tip of my erection is still inside him.
He groans in protest, as I knew he would.
Sliding my hand to the very top of his length, I tug him in short, harsh jerks which are mimicked by my shallow thrusts into his hole. I let no more than 3 inches slip into him, very aware of the fact that my cock is running over his prostate with every movement, pushing hard against it and making him squirm. It’s torture for me, too, having only the clenching muscles of his entrance squeezing my hard member, but fuck is it worth it.
He’s leaning his head against the door now, nonsensical words and sounds spilling from his reddened lips. His whole body is quivering, driven to unknown heights of pleasure as I tease his most sensitive parts.
Finally deciding that we really can’t take any longer, I push in all the way, smirking as he lets out a loud moan. I start a fast, brutal pace, slamming into him with everything I have, twisting my hand around his leaking cock in opposition to my harsh thrusts. I can feel him clenching around me sporadically, my movements too fast and gratifying to truly get used to.
“Oh fuck,” he mutters, head bowing down further.
Keening, he pushes back onto me and can only seem to muster up enough strength to roll his hips slightly. His walls caress me, drag me deeper into ecstasy, and I know that it won’t be long for either of us.
I move my right hand from his hip and wrap my arm around him instead. Our bodies pull close, the heat between us almost stifling. Burying my face in his neck I trail kisses up the pale column, the touch soft compared to the wild joining of our lower halves. I thrust in vigorously, forcing him onto his tiptoes.
His fingers start clawing at the door, his body shaking and more of those delicious sounds escape his lips. He’s nearly there.
I can’t wait to feel him come around me…
I bite down hard, squeeze his straining erection, slide as deep inside him as I possibly can and then I feel it, feel him quiver and writhe and clamp down on me, his body rocking with the force of his orgasm. He cries out brokenly, his cock jerking in my hand as he pumps out his release.
It’s so hot, so fucking sexy that I can’t help but to follow him into bliss. I pull him against me, our bodies touching everywhere, and I feel the effects of his climax acutely.
He’s so hot and tight and fuck he’s contracting around me and I know I’ve done this before but fuck I swear it’s never felt this good, this all-consuming and I groan into his shoulder, clutching at him, satisfaction burning through my system and pulsing out of my cock and into him and fuck fuck fuck!
It takes a good few moments for us both to calm down, our breathing harsh and loud in the suddenly silent room. God, I don’t even know the last time I came that hard…
Gathering what remains of my strength I manage to stand up and unwind my arms from around the pretty blond boy. I reach to the side for some toilet paper, wiping my hand clean of his come before stepping back and allowing myself to slide free of his still impossibly tight heat. Grimacing, I pull the condom off and dispose of it in the small bin provided. I use more paper to quickly wipe myself down, throwing it in the toilet when I’m done.
Turning my attention to the pretty blond boy, I smirk at the fact that he’s still resting his arms on the door, trying to regain his composure. I guess it was just as good for him… Not that I have any doubts about my abilities, mind. I know that I’m a fantastic lover; I’m just surprised that he was, too.
I’m still smirking as I tuck myself back into my underwear, refasten my buttons and belt and flush the toilet.
“Thanks,” I murmur, placing my hands on his hips and kissing him on the cheek. I steer him backwards, out of the way of the door.
He looks confused for a moment but soon seems to get his bearings as I wink at him and unlock the door, opening it despite the fact that his jeans and boxers are still around his thighs. No one came in whilst we were busy - it’s not like anyone’s going to see him in all his partially-naked glory.
I pull the door to after I step out anyway, giving him at least some semblance of privacy, and move to the sinks, washing my hands quickly and efficiently. A glance in the mirror shows that my very smug expression practically screams ‘I just had sex’. Somehow, I can’t find it in me to care. I did just have sex, and it was fucking good.
I leave the boy in the stall, confident that he’ll be out in under a minute anyway.
The disbelieving looks that my friends give me when I sit back down at the table are highly amusing. I take a sip of my wine but still can’t keep the grin from my face. They’re silent until Changmin spots the boy coming around the corner, apparently more composed now.
He’s not limping, but he’s certainly not walking normally. His hair is neater than when I’d left him but still a bit of a mess and his cheeks still hold a hint of a blush. The most interesting thing is the red mark at the juncture between his neck and shoulder though.
I see my friends notice it and feel proud that I marked him so obviously.
“Holy shit, you actually fucked him,” Changmin whispers excitedly.
“Of course I did.” I shrug nonchalantly, as though that should be common knowledge. “Why else would we have been in there so long?”
Junsu looks amazed. “But he’s on a date with a girl! How did you convince him?”
“No convincing needed,” I say. “There wasn’t much talking at all, actually. We just got straight to it.”
Yoochun laughs. “Did you catch his name, at least?”
“Jaejoong.” I grin, catching said boy’s eye. He flushes and hurriedly looks away, making me grin wider.
“Are you going to see him again?” Changmin asks, taking a bite of the dessert that they evidently ordered whilst I was away.
“Don’t be silly, Min.” Junsu rolls his eyes. “Of course he’s not going to.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Yoochun says, eyeing me with a knowing smirk. “I think that Yunho-hyung had more fun than he was expecting… This may not be the last we hear of ‘Jaejoong’.”
I hide my grin behind my wine glass, gaze flicking over to the blond boy. He glances away from his girlfriend just in time to meet my eyes and smile shyly. I wink at him and delight in his resulting blush.
I hope it’s not the last I hear of him… In more ways than one.
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