push and pull
top/jaejoong
smut
nc17
2275 words
Seunghyun is lighting up when Jaejoong corners him at the bar, all bright eyes and almost neurotic smile that lets slip the fact that Jaejoong probably hasn’t slept in over twenty four hours, hasn’t stopped shaking since ages before then. Fuck Yunho. Just fuck him, that bastard.
“You wanted to meet?”
Cigarette ash tapped into the ashtray the bartender brought over and Jaejoong ignores the question to order something horribly expensive, a shot of good liquor that will sober him up for the evening. It’s Macallan on the rocks tonight, twenty five years. He bums a cigarette from Seunghyun while he waits for his drink.
“You know what I want,” he says and breathes smoke into the air. “This is what friends are for, aren’t they?”
“Good thing we’re such good friends,” Seunghyun says without feeling but there’s a shadow behind the words, Jaejoong acknowledging it with a crooked smile. He’s cradling hiswhiskey, about two fingers worth that disappears faster than it should. “Trouble in paradise?”
“Fuck you.”
“The other way around, we’re doing it the other way around tonight.”
Jaejoong orders another drink and downs that too, needing the edge to align his nerves to some extent. He doesn’t have to be drunk to do this but it sure as hell would feel better if he was, the alcohol pooling warm in the pit of his gut as he takes a drag of nicotine. Seunghyun watches him with an almost detached sort of interest, waiting for him to finish and Jaejoong lets him wait. No hurry, no rush. It’s not like anyone of them will be leaving here tonight alone anyways.
-
It had been an unspoken agreement of sorts, to have this. Jaejoong would argue with Yunho, throw things, clench his fists to his eyes to try and just stop being so fucking angry for a second only to end up leaving bite marks in Seunghyun’s shoulder as he comes, pinned under in the backseat of the other man’s car. One week later, Seughyun will fuck him hard enough to cry, bent over his workbench in his own studio all while still smelling like Jiyong’s cologne after a particularly long shouting match behind closed doors.
A flawed symbiosis.
At least it’s mutualism.
-
Tonight, they end up on the floor of Jaejoong’s place, Seunghyun having slammed the slighter man down onto the floorboards with enough force to make Jaejoong’s vision black out near the edges for a moment.
“Fuck,” he hisses in retaliation but spreads his legs anyways, Seunghyun kneeling between them as he works on the buttons of Jaejoong’s shirt. “Come on, faster.” Jaejoong already has his hands working on his jeans, lifting his hips so he can kick them off. “You’re too fucking slow.”
“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” Finally, finally Seunghyun has all the buttons undone and Jaejoong is laid out on the white cotton of his shirt, bare skin flushed from need. He’s still shaking, but it’s more adrenaline this time than anything, Jaejoong’s head thrown back when Seunghyun palms him through the thin material of his briefs. “Learn some patience, Jaejoong, then maybe we wouldn’t be doing this so often.” There’s a strangled moan in reply and Seunghyun is slowly divesting himself of his own clothes, one handed while his free hand circles the raised bump of Jaejoong’s erection.
“So you don’t like doing this often?” Jaejoong is bucking into Seunghyun’s palm, craving more contact, just more of everything and oh god he’s so hard.
The hand leaves and Jaejoong lets out a whine at the loss of contact, the cords in his neck straining as he tries to even out his breathing. “Quite the contrary-” A thumb pressed against the curve of Jaejoong’s cock, stroking it. “- sometimes I think we don’t get into enough fights.” Seunghyun is unzipping his fly and hooking his fingers into the waistband of his own briefs, dragging them down slow over his hips until he’s practically bare. It’s a sight that make’s Jaejoong’s cock throb.
“Yunho is an asshole, that shouldn’t be too hard.”
“I assume you’ve met Jiyong enough times?”
Sex with Yunho is nothing like this. Where Seunghyun is all hard planes and unyielding resolve, Yunho gives in at the slightest hint of a limit being exceeded. It’s endearing, in a stupid, caring sort of way but sometimes, this is what he needs. This being Seunghyun pulling out the shirt from under Jaejoong and pinning his hands, using the rumpled cotton as a makeshift way to bind the other man’s wrists close. “It’s going to crease, you bastard,” Jaejoong snaps but it’s more reflex than anything, the knot tight enough to crush the bases of his palms together. “Do you have any idea-”
“Get your boyfriend to iron it for you tomorrow then if you’re not too busy trying to look over-fucked.”
“Give me a good reason to look like that and I will.” Jaejoong has his arms stretched out over his head, wet spot already forming on the front of his briefs. “For the love of god, you could have let me take them off before-fuck.” He bucks against Seunghyun’s mouth and the warm heat of it against his covered cock is almost too much to bear, Seunghyun sucking him through the ruined material with his hands on Jaejoong’s thighs to spread him wider. “Please,” he moans after a while, unable to stand it anymore. Seunghyun is good with his tongue and he’s licking at Jaejoong’s head, weeping through the fabric. “God, please, feels so good.”
“Louder,” Seunghyun says lazily and kneads at Jaejoong’s erection, sitting back to take in the view of Jaejoong shivering with want, arms straining. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Jaejoong makes a broken noise at the back of his throat that goes straight to Seunghyun’s penis and it’s only firm hands on either side of his hips now that stops Jaejoong from thrusting up into the air, the other man pressing down hard enough to have the floorboards leave bruises.
“Try again, Jaejoong.”
“Need you-” A fruitless attempt to have Seunghyun touch him again, Jaejoong straining against the floor “-need you to touch me, need you inside me.”
“And then what?” Seunghyun gives Jaejoong’s hips a firm squeeze before slipping Jaejoong’s last item of clothing off. A small encouragement for being vocal and Jaejoong’s cock is lying flat against his stomach, heavy with want. Seunghyun wraps his hand around it; pumps it slowly, reveling in the slick hardness of Jaejoong’s length. Twice, thrice, before stopping. Jaejoong has forgotten how to speak. “And then what, Jaejoong?” he prompts again. “I’m not going to move until you tell me.”
“Need you to move inside me, fuck, I want you to thrust into me hard enough to make me scream and then let me come all over myself from it when your cum is still leaking out of me, god Seunghyun please just move.”
“Eloquent,” Seunghyun says thoughtfully and lets go, flipping Jaejoong onto his stomach and urging his knees up so that the latter’s ass in the air for the taking. “Lubricant or none?”
A groan as Jaejoong shakes his head, face buried into his bound wrists. There’s pre-cum dripping onto the floor. “None,” he manages out. “Bedroom too far.” Fingers are pushed into his mouth and Jaejoong takes the digits in hungrily, lathing them the best he can as Seunghyun hums in pleasure above him. When Seunghyun finally does draw his fingers back, Jaejoong is panting from the hard heat against his stomach and Seunghyun doesn’t make it any better by going to tease at Jaejoong’s nipples first, pinching and tweaking and leaving Jaejoong almost broken from the surge of pain shot through with pleasure.
“Bastard,” he breathes out and draws a sharp breath almost instantly when Seunghyun’s finger breaches him, one probing him. “More, give me more.” He rocks back on Seunghyun, trying to get the other man to go deeper but Seunghyun merely stills him with a sharp smack that stings like fire, Jaejoong letting out a yelp. The outline of Seunghyun’s palm is stark against the milky skin of Jaejoong’s ass.
“More like this?”
“Fuck yes.”
Yunho, the utter pussy that he is, would have probably gone straight to confessional after doing something this but Seunghyun isn’t Yunho; Seunghyun is Seunghyun and he just lifts his hand higher, brings it back down hard enough to have Jaejoong crying out, begging with Seunghyun’s finger inside him up to the first joint. “Hurts,” he breathes out when Seunghyun goes deeper still, “God please hurts so good.” Up to the knuckle now and it’s only after Seunghyun can feel his own cock throbbing with want that he stops. By then, Jaejoong is a mess of a man, making keening noises into his bound hands.
“How does that feel?”
“G-good, so good Seunghyun god please just take me already you utter bastard.”
That earns him another slap on one reddened cheek but Seunghyun complies, dragging himself heavy over Jaejoong’s ass and pushing his pre-cum slicked cock in just deep to make Jaejoong curse under his breath, go tense under him.
“Alright?”
“Fuck me now or I’ll hit you.”
“A little hard for you to do that now, isn’t it?”
A laugh and Seunghyun sheathes himself the rest of the way in, right up to the hilt as Jaejoong cries out despite himself, body shuddering as he tries to adjust. Seunghyun is just a little thicker than Yunho but oh god the tightness, Jaejoong catching his breath with his forehead resting against the floor. “So much,” he breathes and the muscles in his thighs are quivering, struggling to hold himself up to take all of Seunghyun in. “Seunghyun fuck your cock inside me-” Seunghyun deepens his strokes, right up to the hilt this time. “-I can’t, god, Seunghyun need you to come inside me please, want more, give me more.”
And so Seunghyun does. Works a finger into Jaejoong’s already filled hole and crooks it in time with his rhythm and Jaejoong lets out this broken little sound that has Seunghyun almost coming but no, just a little more first, needing to find that one spot inside Jaejoong that will-
Jaejoong screams into his hands and yes, just there. That slight shift in angle, Seunghyun pounding into Jaejoong’s prostate over and over again until Jaejoong is whimpering and Seunghyun can’t help but come at the sounds the other man is making, eyes unfocused and breathing ragged as he fills the other man full of his warm cum.
“Touch me,” Jaejoong says weakly when Seunghyun pulls out and turns Jaejoong on his back. “Please, touch me.” His cock is wavering against his stomach, needy for attention that comes in the form of Seunghyun’s mouth, Jaejoong hissing at the sudden heat engulfing him. Seunghyun deepthroats him ruthlessly, wrapping his fingers around the remainder of what he can’t take in and Jaejoong’s tip is bumping against the back of his mouth, Seunghyun pulling back with the slightest scrape of his teeth on the underside of the hardened length.
“Good thing I’m as much of a cockslut as you are,” he murmurs close to Jaejoong’s cock and the heat of his breath is enough to make Jaejoong writhe, make wanting sounds.
“Shut your g-goddamned mouth or put it to better use.”
Seunghyun takes Jaejoong back in again and it’s only a short while before Jaejoong is crying out, Seunghyun drawing away just in time so that Jaejoong comes all over himself, limbs taunt as he rides out his orgasm. Wooden floors are a small blessing here tonight, even though Seunghyun would have rather preferred a carpet but stains are easier to remove from non-fibrous surfaces.
“So how was my goddamned mouth, Jaejoong?” He’s standing now, calmly putting his clothes back on as Jaejoong stares up at him with pupils still blown from pleasure.
“Good enough,” is the reply as Jaejoong stirs, trying his best to sit up. “Hands, please.”
For a moment, Seunghyun thinks about just leaving Jaejoong like this for Yunho to find the next morning but the sadistic streak passes, Seunghyun zipping himself up before going to free the man. Jaejoong pushes himself up, leaning back against his couch as he regards Seunghyun with half lidded eyes. God, he needs a smoke right now.
“Cigarettes?” he asks when Seunghyun is slipping the last of his buttons into their rightful places. The pack is thrown at him without a second look, Seunghyun helping himself to one first and lighting up before flinging the lighter in Jaejoong’s direction as well.
“That’s the second one you’ve bummed from me tonight. Should I be requesting payment?”
“I let you fuck me raw in the living room of my own apartment, what else do you want?” Jaejoong says around his stick and blows smoke into the air, still blissfully naked and uncaring about the fact. He’s far too tired to move right now, let alone dress and clean and look half respectable. “There’s half a bottle of Blue Label in the cabinet if you want a drink before you leave.”
Seunghyun doesn’t, and Jaejoong is still blowing misshapen smoke rings when the man leaves, nothing more than bruises on his hips and drying cum on the floor to show that he’d ever been here at all. Jaejoong inhales deep, drawing his knees up to his chest as a smile plays on his lips. Maybe he’ll finally get some sleep after this, then.
Yunho is going to have to iron his shirt tomorrow.
end.
AN- A hugeeee thank you to locofruitcake for looking through this~ And this is for savingsuperman hurhur. Uhm. You can judge me now, thanks.
smut
nc17
2275 words
Seunghyun is lighting up when Jaejoong corners him at the bar, all bright eyes and almost neurotic smile that lets slip the fact that Jaejoong probably hasn’t slept in over twenty four hours, hasn’t stopped shaking since ages before then. Fuck Yunho. Just fuck him, that bastard.
“You wanted to meet?”
Cigarette ash tapped into the ashtray the bartender brought over and Jaejoong ignores the question to order something horribly expensive, a shot of good liquor that will sober him up for the evening. It’s Macallan on the rocks tonight, twenty five years. He bums a cigarette from Seunghyun while he waits for his drink.
“You know what I want,” he says and breathes smoke into the air. “This is what friends are for, aren’t they?”
“Good thing we’re such good friends,” Seunghyun says without feeling but there’s a shadow behind the words, Jaejoong acknowledging it with a crooked smile. He’s cradling hiswhiskey, about two fingers worth that disappears faster than it should. “Trouble in paradise?”
“Fuck you.”
“The other way around, we’re doing it the other way around tonight.”
Jaejoong orders another drink and downs that too, needing the edge to align his nerves to some extent. He doesn’t have to be drunk to do this but it sure as hell would feel better if he was, the alcohol pooling warm in the pit of his gut as he takes a drag of nicotine. Seunghyun watches him with an almost detached sort of interest, waiting for him to finish and Jaejoong lets him wait. No hurry, no rush. It’s not like anyone of them will be leaving here tonight alone anyways.
-
It had been an unspoken agreement of sorts, to have this. Jaejoong would argue with Yunho, throw things, clench his fists to his eyes to try and just stop being so fucking angry for a second only to end up leaving bite marks in Seunghyun’s shoulder as he comes, pinned under in the backseat of the other man’s car. One week later, Seughyun will fuck him hard enough to cry, bent over his workbench in his own studio all while still smelling like Jiyong’s cologne after a particularly long shouting match behind closed doors.
A flawed symbiosis.
At least it’s mutualism.
-
Tonight, they end up on the floor of Jaejoong’s place, Seunghyun having slammed the slighter man down onto the floorboards with enough force to make Jaejoong’s vision black out near the edges for a moment.
“Fuck,” he hisses in retaliation but spreads his legs anyways, Seunghyun kneeling between them as he works on the buttons of Jaejoong’s shirt. “Come on, faster.” Jaejoong already has his hands working on his jeans, lifting his hips so he can kick them off. “You’re too fucking slow.”
“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” Finally, finally Seunghyun has all the buttons undone and Jaejoong is laid out on the white cotton of his shirt, bare skin flushed from need. He’s still shaking, but it’s more adrenaline this time than anything, Jaejoong’s head thrown back when Seunghyun palms him through the thin material of his briefs. “Learn some patience, Jaejoong, then maybe we wouldn’t be doing this so often.” There’s a strangled moan in reply and Seunghyun is slowly divesting himself of his own clothes, one handed while his free hand circles the raised bump of Jaejoong’s erection.
“So you don’t like doing this often?” Jaejoong is bucking into Seunghyun’s palm, craving more contact, just more of everything and oh god he’s so hard.
The hand leaves and Jaejoong lets out a whine at the loss of contact, the cords in his neck straining as he tries to even out his breathing. “Quite the contrary-” A thumb pressed against the curve of Jaejoong’s cock, stroking it. “- sometimes I think we don’t get into enough fights.” Seunghyun is unzipping his fly and hooking his fingers into the waistband of his own briefs, dragging them down slow over his hips until he’s practically bare. It’s a sight that make’s Jaejoong’s cock throb.
“Yunho is an asshole, that shouldn’t be too hard.”
“I assume you’ve met Jiyong enough times?”
Sex with Yunho is nothing like this. Where Seunghyun is all hard planes and unyielding resolve, Yunho gives in at the slightest hint of a limit being exceeded. It’s endearing, in a stupid, caring sort of way but sometimes, this is what he needs. This being Seunghyun pulling out the shirt from under Jaejoong and pinning his hands, using the rumpled cotton as a makeshift way to bind the other man’s wrists close. “It’s going to crease, you bastard,” Jaejoong snaps but it’s more reflex than anything, the knot tight enough to crush the bases of his palms together. “Do you have any idea-”
“Get your boyfriend to iron it for you tomorrow then if you’re not too busy trying to look over-fucked.”
“Give me a good reason to look like that and I will.” Jaejoong has his arms stretched out over his head, wet spot already forming on the front of his briefs. “For the love of god, you could have let me take them off before-fuck.” He bucks against Seunghyun’s mouth and the warm heat of it against his covered cock is almost too much to bear, Seunghyun sucking him through the ruined material with his hands on Jaejoong’s thighs to spread him wider. “Please,” he moans after a while, unable to stand it anymore. Seunghyun is good with his tongue and he’s licking at Jaejoong’s head, weeping through the fabric. “God, please, feels so good.”
“Louder,” Seunghyun says lazily and kneads at Jaejoong’s erection, sitting back to take in the view of Jaejoong shivering with want, arms straining. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
Jaejoong makes a broken noise at the back of his throat that goes straight to Seunghyun’s penis and it’s only firm hands on either side of his hips now that stops Jaejoong from thrusting up into the air, the other man pressing down hard enough to have the floorboards leave bruises.
“Try again, Jaejoong.”
“Need you-” A fruitless attempt to have Seunghyun touch him again, Jaejoong straining against the floor “-need you to touch me, need you inside me.”
“And then what?” Seunghyun gives Jaejoong’s hips a firm squeeze before slipping Jaejoong’s last item of clothing off. A small encouragement for being vocal and Jaejoong’s cock is lying flat against his stomach, heavy with want. Seunghyun wraps his hand around it; pumps it slowly, reveling in the slick hardness of Jaejoong’s length. Twice, thrice, before stopping. Jaejoong has forgotten how to speak. “And then what, Jaejoong?” he prompts again. “I’m not going to move until you tell me.”
“Need you to move inside me, fuck, I want you to thrust into me hard enough to make me scream and then let me come all over myself from it when your cum is still leaking out of me, god Seunghyun please just move.”
“Eloquent,” Seunghyun says thoughtfully and lets go, flipping Jaejoong onto his stomach and urging his knees up so that the latter’s ass in the air for the taking. “Lubricant or none?”
A groan as Jaejoong shakes his head, face buried into his bound wrists. There’s pre-cum dripping onto the floor. “None,” he manages out. “Bedroom too far.” Fingers are pushed into his mouth and Jaejoong takes the digits in hungrily, lathing them the best he can as Seunghyun hums in pleasure above him. When Seunghyun finally does draw his fingers back, Jaejoong is panting from the hard heat against his stomach and Seunghyun doesn’t make it any better by going to tease at Jaejoong’s nipples first, pinching and tweaking and leaving Jaejoong almost broken from the surge of pain shot through with pleasure.
“Bastard,” he breathes out and draws a sharp breath almost instantly when Seunghyun’s finger breaches him, one probing him. “More, give me more.” He rocks back on Seunghyun, trying to get the other man to go deeper but Seunghyun merely stills him with a sharp smack that stings like fire, Jaejoong letting out a yelp. The outline of Seunghyun’s palm is stark against the milky skin of Jaejoong’s ass.
“More like this?”
“Fuck yes.”
Yunho, the utter pussy that he is, would have probably gone straight to confessional after doing something this but Seunghyun isn’t Yunho; Seunghyun is Seunghyun and he just lifts his hand higher, brings it back down hard enough to have Jaejoong crying out, begging with Seunghyun’s finger inside him up to the first joint. “Hurts,” he breathes out when Seunghyun goes deeper still, “God please hurts so good.” Up to the knuckle now and it’s only after Seunghyun can feel his own cock throbbing with want that he stops. By then, Jaejoong is a mess of a man, making keening noises into his bound hands.
“How does that feel?”
“G-good, so good Seunghyun god please just take me already you utter bastard.”
That earns him another slap on one reddened cheek but Seunghyun complies, dragging himself heavy over Jaejoong’s ass and pushing his pre-cum slicked cock in just deep to make Jaejoong curse under his breath, go tense under him.
“Alright?”
“Fuck me now or I’ll hit you.”
“A little hard for you to do that now, isn’t it?”
A laugh and Seunghyun sheathes himself the rest of the way in, right up to the hilt as Jaejoong cries out despite himself, body shuddering as he tries to adjust. Seunghyun is just a little thicker than Yunho but oh god the tightness, Jaejoong catching his breath with his forehead resting against the floor. “So much,” he breathes and the muscles in his thighs are quivering, struggling to hold himself up to take all of Seunghyun in. “Seunghyun fuck your cock inside me-” Seunghyun deepens his strokes, right up to the hilt this time. “-I can’t, god, Seunghyun need you to come inside me please, want more, give me more.”
And so Seunghyun does. Works a finger into Jaejoong’s already filled hole and crooks it in time with his rhythm and Jaejoong lets out this broken little sound that has Seunghyun almost coming but no, just a little more first, needing to find that one spot inside Jaejoong that will-
Jaejoong screams into his hands and yes, just there. That slight shift in angle, Seunghyun pounding into Jaejoong’s prostate over and over again until Jaejoong is whimpering and Seunghyun can’t help but come at the sounds the other man is making, eyes unfocused and breathing ragged as he fills the other man full of his warm cum.
“Touch me,” Jaejoong says weakly when Seunghyun pulls out and turns Jaejoong on his back. “Please, touch me.” His cock is wavering against his stomach, needy for attention that comes in the form of Seunghyun’s mouth, Jaejoong hissing at the sudden heat engulfing him. Seunghyun deepthroats him ruthlessly, wrapping his fingers around the remainder of what he can’t take in and Jaejoong’s tip is bumping against the back of his mouth, Seunghyun pulling back with the slightest scrape of his teeth on the underside of the hardened length.
“Good thing I’m as much of a cockslut as you are,” he murmurs close to Jaejoong’s cock and the heat of his breath is enough to make Jaejoong writhe, make wanting sounds.
“Shut your g-goddamned mouth or put it to better use.”
Seunghyun takes Jaejoong back in again and it’s only a short while before Jaejoong is crying out, Seunghyun drawing away just in time so that Jaejoong comes all over himself, limbs taunt as he rides out his orgasm. Wooden floors are a small blessing here tonight, even though Seunghyun would have rather preferred a carpet but stains are easier to remove from non-fibrous surfaces.
“So how was my goddamned mouth, Jaejoong?” He’s standing now, calmly putting his clothes back on as Jaejoong stares up at him with pupils still blown from pleasure.
“Good enough,” is the reply as Jaejoong stirs, trying his best to sit up. “Hands, please.”
For a moment, Seunghyun thinks about just leaving Jaejoong like this for Yunho to find the next morning but the sadistic streak passes, Seunghyun zipping himself up before going to free the man. Jaejoong pushes himself up, leaning back against his couch as he regards Seunghyun with half lidded eyes. God, he needs a smoke right now.
“Cigarettes?” he asks when Seunghyun is slipping the last of his buttons into their rightful places. The pack is thrown at him without a second look, Seunghyun helping himself to one first and lighting up before flinging the lighter in Jaejoong’s direction as well.
“That’s the second one you’ve bummed from me tonight. Should I be requesting payment?”
“I let you fuck me raw in the living room of my own apartment, what else do you want?” Jaejoong says around his stick and blows smoke into the air, still blissfully naked and uncaring about the fact. He’s far too tired to move right now, let alone dress and clean and look half respectable. “There’s half a bottle of Blue Label in the cabinet if you want a drink before you leave.”
Seunghyun doesn’t, and Jaejoong is still blowing misshapen smoke rings when the man leaves, nothing more than bruises on his hips and drying cum on the floor to show that he’d ever been here at all. Jaejoong inhales deep, drawing his knees up to his chest as a smile plays on his lips. Maybe he’ll finally get some sleep after this, then.
Yunho is going to have to iron his shirt tomorrow.
end.
AN- A hugeeee thank you to locofruitcake for looking through this~ And this is for savingsuperman hurhur. Uhm. You can judge me now, thanks.