The Subtle Play
Title: The Subtle Play
Author: anoukinparis
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Smut/Angst
Rating: R
Length: 234 words
Summary: Yunho would get the subtle play in fucking and losing it and would look him straight in the eye not because he was asked to, or figured it would be appreciated, but because he wanted it himself.
A/N: This is a product of the time I should have spent studying and sleeping. What else is new.
Jaejoong’s a panting, shivering figure against the wall, and his mind is a million miles away, a disconnect. This isn’t the back he wants to sink his fingers into. This isn’t the man he wants inside of him. But sometimes he needs what he doesn’t want.
There’s the hit. Yunho wouldn’t just touch him - he would feel him. Yunho would understand the difference between the two. Yunho would get the subtle play in fucking and losing it and would look him straight in the eye not because he was asked to, or figured it would be appreciated, but because he wanted it himself. Yunho wouldn’t say things to make him get hot. Yunho would stretch the moment out on a tight, tight wire until it snapped underneath their feet, and he would hold him secure so they could brave the fall together.
There’s the hit again. Yunho would know he’s never been just a piece of ass. What a joke. This man’s got the punch line though. He’s pulled an entire three minutes from Jaejoong’s body before it’s over.
Never any hard feelings. They both get what they need. It’s straightforward, pleasantly empty and mess free - everything he knows it wouldn’t be with Yunho. He wouldn’t even know where to begin.
But each time against the wall, that panting, shivering figure is Yunho’s. Solely Yunho’s. There’s no way that could belong to anyone else.
Author: anoukinparis
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Smut/Angst
Rating: R
Length: 234 words
Summary: Yunho would get the subtle play in fucking and losing it and would look him straight in the eye not because he was asked to, or figured it would be appreciated, but because he wanted it himself.
A/N: This is a product of the time I should have spent studying and sleeping. What else is new.
Jaejoong’s a panting, shivering figure against the wall, and his mind is a million miles away, a disconnect. This isn’t the back he wants to sink his fingers into. This isn’t the man he wants inside of him. But sometimes he needs what he doesn’t want.
There’s the hit. Yunho wouldn’t just touch him - he would feel him. Yunho would understand the difference between the two. Yunho would get the subtle play in fucking and losing it and would look him straight in the eye not because he was asked to, or figured it would be appreciated, but because he wanted it himself. Yunho wouldn’t say things to make him get hot. Yunho would stretch the moment out on a tight, tight wire until it snapped underneath their feet, and he would hold him secure so they could brave the fall together.
There’s the hit again. Yunho would know he’s never been just a piece of ass. What a joke. This man’s got the punch line though. He’s pulled an entire three minutes from Jaejoong’s body before it’s over.
Never any hard feelings. They both get what they need. It’s straightforward, pleasantly empty and mess free - everything he knows it wouldn’t be with Yunho. He wouldn’t even know where to begin.
But each time against the wall, that panting, shivering figure is Yunho’s. Solely Yunho’s. There’s no way that could belong to anyone else.