heat
jaejoong/yunho
smut
nc17
2103 words
The shower had been alternating between too hot to stand and too cold to stay in so here he was, dripping water onto the carpet of his bedroom with a towel thrown messily around his shoulders to catch most of the water from his hair. High summer in Seoul meant ridiculous water temperatures when one used solar heating but Jaejoong couldn’t complain now, could he? At any rate, a private apartment was still a world’s difference from having shared one with four others and Jaejoong wasn’t about to give it up just because the water temperature couldn’t find middle ground, as horrible as that was.
It was horrendously hot outside of the bathroom though, Jaejoong letting the towel fall haphazardly from his shoulders to the floor as he closed his eyes to touch himself, a small sigh escaping as he felt himself harden. His hair was still damp enough for rivulets to run down bare skin and Jaejoong could already feel a cool path down his chest just shy of one nipple, the feeling more arousing than it should have been in the stifling heat of the room.
There wasn’t a specific person he thought of when he did this, holding himself loose in his hand as he stroked his own cock to full hardness. Most times it was Yunho though, with those angled planes he knew so well, the smooth muscles of his thighs and raised ridges of shoulder bones that Jaejoong found purchase in when Yunho fucked him into his mattress but what was the saying? That familiarity bred contempt? Yunho was as frequent a reality as he was a fantasy and Jaejoong didn’t need that at the moment, letting his thoughts stray to others for the afternoon. Seunghyun with the perpetual smell of cigarettes lingering around him, Boa who had hips that grinded a little too perfectly into his, maybe even Minho who seemed to have an affinity for always having the upper hand? Jaejoong thought about them all and opened his eyes, sauntering over to the full length mirror where his own reflection stared back at him.
He’d asked Yunho to fuck him in front of the mirror once and Yunho had complied, Jaejoong turning his head so he could see every thrust and every roll of Yunho’s hips that drove the other man’s cock deeper inside him and he had cum so hard that time, keening helplessly at the back of his throat. A good memory, if there was any and Jaejoong felt a small jolt of pleasure shoot right to the base of his length, his hand tightening over it as he drew the feeling out. “Fuck,” he heard himself say and fixed his gaze on his hand moving in a slow rhythm around his cock, stroking the sensitive skin there, occasionally thumbing the head.
If only Yunho was here now to see this- one hand wandering up to his chest to tease at his nipple, pinching and rolling the nub until Jaejoong was gasping and he had to move to his other, doing the same until they were pinpricks of pain. Unconsciously, his hand had found a rhythm and Jaejoong was pumping himself hard by now, drawing breaths in small shudders even as a voice in his head clamored for more, need something else, fuller, more.
It couldn’t be ignored in the end and Jaejoong could barely stumble to his bedside table, wrenching the drawer open to lube his own fingers up. It wouldn’t be enough but it would have to do for now, Jaejoong sitting himself back to the foot of his bed, legs spread for nobody but his own taking. One finger circling his entrance and he let out a moan when he breached himself, watching the digit disappear bit by bit in the mirror. The Jaejoong that stared back at him had his cheeks flushed and legs shaking, two fingers deep now, cock pulsing in his hand and the sight, god, Jaejoong could only quicken his pace on his cock from it, needing release as he fucked himself on his fingers.
The surrounding heat seemed to have increased in temperature if that was even possible and by the time Jaejoong scissored his fingers inside himself, eliciting low moans, sweat was already running down the side of his face, his penis slippery with pre-cum. He was so close to coming but still, the heat was making every inch of his skin burn and there was almost nowhere to cool down at all, except…
With a sigh, he pulled his fingers out of himself, a firm hand around the base of his cock to stop himself from coming too fast. He only needed a bit of reprieve from the heat and the mirror wasn’t that far away at all, its surface surely cool enough and oh, yes that was exactly how Jaejoong thought it would feel like, the glass almost cold against his skin as he pressed himself up against it, his still sore nipples feeling so good and-
“Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong turned his head at the sound, hand still encircled around the base of his cock. There was only one person who could sneak up on him like this, his sisters too noisy for such things and besides, other than them, it was only Yunho who had the spare keys.
“A little help?” Jaejoong ventured easily. It wasn’t like Yunho hadn’t seen him like this before, touching himself in the early mornings when they shared a bed and Yunho still far too sleepy to be of any use.
Yunho didn’t need a second invitation and Jaejoong soon found himself flat on his back, Yunho kneeling in between his legs as he pulled the zipper of his slacks down.
“Don’t need to prep,” Jaejoong gasped out when Yunho was naked from the waist down, cock at half mast. “Fingered myself earlier, wasn’t enough ple-ngh.” A sharp sound at the back of his throat when Yunho wrenched two fingers into Jaejoong’s entrance, hooking them as he pressed a kiss against Jaejoong’s thigh. “Look at you, so dirty like this for me,” he murmured as he searched for that spot inside of Jaejoong, knowing he had found it when Jaejoong let out a low moan and lifted his hips to meet Yunho’s fingers. “I was hoping to catch you in the shower but this-” When he drew his fingers out, they were slick with the lube that Jaejoong had used earlier, Yunho smearing it over his own erect cock and knowing that it would be just shy of enough, “-is so much better.”
Jaejoong had whimpered when Yunho took his fingers out, raising his head to watch Yunho touch himself. Yunho was palming himself hard, taking his time and meeting Jaejoong’s eyes as he did, knowing that Jaejoong liked to watch. “You like it when it hurts a little, don’t you?” he said with a smirk and guided himself towards Jaejoong’s hole, hands gripping Jaejoong’s hips when he finally drove himself in up to the hilt with a moan that had Jaejoong’s cock throbbing from the sound.
“Hold yourself while I fuck you,” Yunho grunted out and started to move, Jaejoong clenching hard around Yunho inside of him as he tried to keep himself from cumming for as long as possible, the mere idea that he could have been satisfied with his fingers alone almost laughable now that Yunho was filling him up with his sex, Jaejoong hooking one ankle behind Yunho’s neck so Yunho could go deeper still until Jaejoong could feel the weight of Yunho’s sacs against him.
The sound of skin against skin was loud in the bedroom and Jaejoong had thrown his head back, trying to accommodate all of Yunho without crying out but it was no use, sounds already escaping past his lips, oh god Yunho please need you deep, hard, Yunho Yunho Yunho, Jaejoong with his eyes closed and Yunho moaning as he fucked Jaejoong deep into the mattress.
“Jaejoong,” he hissed as he took Jaejoong in long, hard thrusts, Jaejoong’s hand fisting the sheets in response while his other still encircled the base of his penis. “So tight, even after fucking yourself.” Yunho was moving faster now, hands bracing themselves on Jaejoong’s chest and pinching at the nubs there, making Jaejoong strain his head against the bed from it all. “Going to cum in you, going to-ahh-” Another few desperate snaps of his hips and Yunho was cumming over and over again inside of Jaejoong, still fucking the man even as he spilled himself. “Jaejoong, god, yes.”
The man in question still had a hand firm around the base of his cock, breath coming short and hitching when Yunho had drawn himself out with a groan, having milked himself dry. He eased Jaejoong’s leg down then, pushing it up so that Jaejoong lay on his back with one knee raised, leaving him wide open for Yunho to see. “I know you want to cum, but look at you, holding yourself back,” he murmured against Jaejoong with a smile as he pushed Jaejoong’s other leg up too, swiping his finger against Jaejoong’s hole to catch some of his own cum that was already leaking out before it could stain the bed. “Just on the cusp for so long because you know it’s going to feel so good when you cum.”
He raised his hand to Jaejoong’s lips then, smearing his cum there and Jaejoong licking his lips after, mouth slightly open in a silent request for more. “Your taste,” Jaejoong gasped out and Yunho let out an amused laugh, cleaning Jaejoong out and slipping his fingers past Jaejoong’s lips so that he could suckle on them. By the time he was done, Jaejoong was practically writhing with the need to cum, heat in his cheeks and the blush having spread down to his neck.
“You want to cum, don’t you?” he whispered against Jaejoong’s mouth, kissing the man and tasting his own cum there. “Been holding back for so long…” A sigh and Yunho shifted to let his mouth move from lips to chest to torso, right down to the base of Jaejoong’s cock where the man was still holding himself. Once there, Yunho fastened his mouth over Jaejoong’s erection, taking the man in right down to the root and batting Jaejoong’s hand away before coming back up slowly, suckling at the head.
“Yunho please, t-too much, I can’t-”
There was no point in begging now, Yunho’s head bobbing as he swallowed Jaejoong’s cock down again and again, taking his time in exploring every ridge and flicking his tongue at Jaejoong’s slit until the man couldn’t take it anymore, letting go of himself so that he could finally cum in Yunho’s mouth, one arm thrown over his face as he cried out and bucked his hips towards Yunho, Yunho needing to hold Jaejoong down so he could swallow every last drop without spilling a single one. By the time it was over, Yunho released Jaejoong’s softening cock with a flourish, sitting back on his haunches so he could take in the sight of Jaejoong debauched on his own bed, the man still gasping as he tried to catch his breath back.
“Good?” he asked and moved Jaejoong’s arm out of the way so he could look Jaejoong in the eye, the latter’s pupils still blown from pleasure.
“Why don’t you and I switch places then you tell me?” came the slightly breathless retort and Yunho laughed, brushing sweat damped hair out of his eyes.
“You’re going to need another shower after this, right?”
A noncommittal sound and Jaejoong had rolled onto his side with a groan, tired out and boneless from everything. “Later,” he mumbled and Yunho snorted, poking Jaejoong in the back. “Summer is such a bitch, call me when you’ve got the water temperature right.”
“You can afford your own apartment but you can’t buy a proper heating system?”
“Insult me one more time and I’m never sleeping with you again.”
Another poke in the back that had Jaejoong grunting and finally sitting up, too tired to do anything but pull Yunho down with him if only to stop the incessant poking.
“Listen to yourself, Kim Jaejoong. I’m going to make you eat your words if you don’t retract them.”
“Then don’t insult me.” A huff and Jaejoong was already drifting off to sleep, kicking Yunho away when the latter came too close and made it too hot to bear. “Now either stop moving or go take your shower, it’s too hot to argue.”
fin
AN- so uhm I found this in my WiP folder and...yeah. Abrupt endings! Mindless smut! I have no idea! ksadhakja ;A;
smut
nc17
2103 words
The shower had been alternating between too hot to stand and too cold to stay in so here he was, dripping water onto the carpet of his bedroom with a towel thrown messily around his shoulders to catch most of the water from his hair. High summer in Seoul meant ridiculous water temperatures when one used solar heating but Jaejoong couldn’t complain now, could he? At any rate, a private apartment was still a world’s difference from having shared one with four others and Jaejoong wasn’t about to give it up just because the water temperature couldn’t find middle ground, as horrible as that was.
It was horrendously hot outside of the bathroom though, Jaejoong letting the towel fall haphazardly from his shoulders to the floor as he closed his eyes to touch himself, a small sigh escaping as he felt himself harden. His hair was still damp enough for rivulets to run down bare skin and Jaejoong could already feel a cool path down his chest just shy of one nipple, the feeling more arousing than it should have been in the stifling heat of the room.
There wasn’t a specific person he thought of when he did this, holding himself loose in his hand as he stroked his own cock to full hardness. Most times it was Yunho though, with those angled planes he knew so well, the smooth muscles of his thighs and raised ridges of shoulder bones that Jaejoong found purchase in when Yunho fucked him into his mattress but what was the saying? That familiarity bred contempt? Yunho was as frequent a reality as he was a fantasy and Jaejoong didn’t need that at the moment, letting his thoughts stray to others for the afternoon. Seunghyun with the perpetual smell of cigarettes lingering around him, Boa who had hips that grinded a little too perfectly into his, maybe even Minho who seemed to have an affinity for always having the upper hand? Jaejoong thought about them all and opened his eyes, sauntering over to the full length mirror where his own reflection stared back at him.
He’d asked Yunho to fuck him in front of the mirror once and Yunho had complied, Jaejoong turning his head so he could see every thrust and every roll of Yunho’s hips that drove the other man’s cock deeper inside him and he had cum so hard that time, keening helplessly at the back of his throat. A good memory, if there was any and Jaejoong felt a small jolt of pleasure shoot right to the base of his length, his hand tightening over it as he drew the feeling out. “Fuck,” he heard himself say and fixed his gaze on his hand moving in a slow rhythm around his cock, stroking the sensitive skin there, occasionally thumbing the head.
If only Yunho was here now to see this- one hand wandering up to his chest to tease at his nipple, pinching and rolling the nub until Jaejoong was gasping and he had to move to his other, doing the same until they were pinpricks of pain. Unconsciously, his hand had found a rhythm and Jaejoong was pumping himself hard by now, drawing breaths in small shudders even as a voice in his head clamored for more, need something else, fuller, more.
It couldn’t be ignored in the end and Jaejoong could barely stumble to his bedside table, wrenching the drawer open to lube his own fingers up. It wouldn’t be enough but it would have to do for now, Jaejoong sitting himself back to the foot of his bed, legs spread for nobody but his own taking. One finger circling his entrance and he let out a moan when he breached himself, watching the digit disappear bit by bit in the mirror. The Jaejoong that stared back at him had his cheeks flushed and legs shaking, two fingers deep now, cock pulsing in his hand and the sight, god, Jaejoong could only quicken his pace on his cock from it, needing release as he fucked himself on his fingers.
The surrounding heat seemed to have increased in temperature if that was even possible and by the time Jaejoong scissored his fingers inside himself, eliciting low moans, sweat was already running down the side of his face, his penis slippery with pre-cum. He was so close to coming but still, the heat was making every inch of his skin burn and there was almost nowhere to cool down at all, except…
With a sigh, he pulled his fingers out of himself, a firm hand around the base of his cock to stop himself from coming too fast. He only needed a bit of reprieve from the heat and the mirror wasn’t that far away at all, its surface surely cool enough and oh, yes that was exactly how Jaejoong thought it would feel like, the glass almost cold against his skin as he pressed himself up against it, his still sore nipples feeling so good and-
“Jaejoong?”
Jaejoong turned his head at the sound, hand still encircled around the base of his cock. There was only one person who could sneak up on him like this, his sisters too noisy for such things and besides, other than them, it was only Yunho who had the spare keys.
“A little help?” Jaejoong ventured easily. It wasn’t like Yunho hadn’t seen him like this before, touching himself in the early mornings when they shared a bed and Yunho still far too sleepy to be of any use.
Yunho didn’t need a second invitation and Jaejoong soon found himself flat on his back, Yunho kneeling in between his legs as he pulled the zipper of his slacks down.
“Don’t need to prep,” Jaejoong gasped out when Yunho was naked from the waist down, cock at half mast. “Fingered myself earlier, wasn’t enough ple-ngh.” A sharp sound at the back of his throat when Yunho wrenched two fingers into Jaejoong’s entrance, hooking them as he pressed a kiss against Jaejoong’s thigh. “Look at you, so dirty like this for me,” he murmured as he searched for that spot inside of Jaejoong, knowing he had found it when Jaejoong let out a low moan and lifted his hips to meet Yunho’s fingers. “I was hoping to catch you in the shower but this-” When he drew his fingers out, they were slick with the lube that Jaejoong had used earlier, Yunho smearing it over his own erect cock and knowing that it would be just shy of enough, “-is so much better.”
Jaejoong had whimpered when Yunho took his fingers out, raising his head to watch Yunho touch himself. Yunho was palming himself hard, taking his time and meeting Jaejoong’s eyes as he did, knowing that Jaejoong liked to watch. “You like it when it hurts a little, don’t you?” he said with a smirk and guided himself towards Jaejoong’s hole, hands gripping Jaejoong’s hips when he finally drove himself in up to the hilt with a moan that had Jaejoong’s cock throbbing from the sound.
“Hold yourself while I fuck you,” Yunho grunted out and started to move, Jaejoong clenching hard around Yunho inside of him as he tried to keep himself from cumming for as long as possible, the mere idea that he could have been satisfied with his fingers alone almost laughable now that Yunho was filling him up with his sex, Jaejoong hooking one ankle behind Yunho’s neck so Yunho could go deeper still until Jaejoong could feel the weight of Yunho’s sacs against him.
The sound of skin against skin was loud in the bedroom and Jaejoong had thrown his head back, trying to accommodate all of Yunho without crying out but it was no use, sounds already escaping past his lips, oh god Yunho please need you deep, hard, Yunho Yunho Yunho, Jaejoong with his eyes closed and Yunho moaning as he fucked Jaejoong deep into the mattress.
“Jaejoong,” he hissed as he took Jaejoong in long, hard thrusts, Jaejoong’s hand fisting the sheets in response while his other still encircled the base of his penis. “So tight, even after fucking yourself.” Yunho was moving faster now, hands bracing themselves on Jaejoong’s chest and pinching at the nubs there, making Jaejoong strain his head against the bed from it all. “Going to cum in you, going to-ahh-” Another few desperate snaps of his hips and Yunho was cumming over and over again inside of Jaejoong, still fucking the man even as he spilled himself. “Jaejoong, god, yes.”
The man in question still had a hand firm around the base of his cock, breath coming short and hitching when Yunho had drawn himself out with a groan, having milked himself dry. He eased Jaejoong’s leg down then, pushing it up so that Jaejoong lay on his back with one knee raised, leaving him wide open for Yunho to see. “I know you want to cum, but look at you, holding yourself back,” he murmured against Jaejoong with a smile as he pushed Jaejoong’s other leg up too, swiping his finger against Jaejoong’s hole to catch some of his own cum that was already leaking out before it could stain the bed. “Just on the cusp for so long because you know it’s going to feel so good when you cum.”
He raised his hand to Jaejoong’s lips then, smearing his cum there and Jaejoong licking his lips after, mouth slightly open in a silent request for more. “Your taste,” Jaejoong gasped out and Yunho let out an amused laugh, cleaning Jaejoong out and slipping his fingers past Jaejoong’s lips so that he could suckle on them. By the time he was done, Jaejoong was practically writhing with the need to cum, heat in his cheeks and the blush having spread down to his neck.
“You want to cum, don’t you?” he whispered against Jaejoong’s mouth, kissing the man and tasting his own cum there. “Been holding back for so long…” A sigh and Yunho shifted to let his mouth move from lips to chest to torso, right down to the base of Jaejoong’s cock where the man was still holding himself. Once there, Yunho fastened his mouth over Jaejoong’s erection, taking the man in right down to the root and batting Jaejoong’s hand away before coming back up slowly, suckling at the head.
“Yunho please, t-too much, I can’t-”
There was no point in begging now, Yunho’s head bobbing as he swallowed Jaejoong’s cock down again and again, taking his time in exploring every ridge and flicking his tongue at Jaejoong’s slit until the man couldn’t take it anymore, letting go of himself so that he could finally cum in Yunho’s mouth, one arm thrown over his face as he cried out and bucked his hips towards Yunho, Yunho needing to hold Jaejoong down so he could swallow every last drop without spilling a single one. By the time it was over, Yunho released Jaejoong’s softening cock with a flourish, sitting back on his haunches so he could take in the sight of Jaejoong debauched on his own bed, the man still gasping as he tried to catch his breath back.
“Good?” he asked and moved Jaejoong’s arm out of the way so he could look Jaejoong in the eye, the latter’s pupils still blown from pleasure.
“Why don’t you and I switch places then you tell me?” came the slightly breathless retort and Yunho laughed, brushing sweat damped hair out of his eyes.
“You’re going to need another shower after this, right?”
A noncommittal sound and Jaejoong had rolled onto his side with a groan, tired out and boneless from everything. “Later,” he mumbled and Yunho snorted, poking Jaejoong in the back. “Summer is such a bitch, call me when you’ve got the water temperature right.”
“You can afford your own apartment but you can’t buy a proper heating system?”
“Insult me one more time and I’m never sleeping with you again.”
Another poke in the back that had Jaejoong grunting and finally sitting up, too tired to do anything but pull Yunho down with him if only to stop the incessant poking.
“Listen to yourself, Kim Jaejoong. I’m going to make you eat your words if you don’t retract them.”
“Then don’t insult me.” A huff and Jaejoong was already drifting off to sleep, kicking Yunho away when the latter came too close and made it too hot to bear. “Now either stop moving or go take your shower, it’s too hot to argue.”
fin
AN- so uhm I found this in my WiP folder and...yeah. Abrupt endings! Mindless smut! I have no idea! ksadhakja ;A;