The List 1/?
Title: The List 1/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, man, if they were mine, Jae would always wear a cock ring.
Summary: Jung Yunho is perfect. Class president, athletic, attractive. But Yoochun swears he's got to have a kink or something. Jaejoong learns a little too well just what kind of a crazy bastard Yunho can be.
A/N: This fic is for samui_sakura. It is her birthday! And she wanted Jaejoong tied up ... He will be, darling, don't you worry. For a visual, go to her LJ and see ...
A/N Part 2: With this one, I just put the damn question mark. It's getting too long, so I'm going to post and then keep writing. A kinky multichaptered YUNJAE fic ... oh god ... what have I started????
Poster credit goes to my darling Yu for not only making it but helping me think up all the kinky things to go on it! *huggles you* thank you darling! ♥♥♥
Part 1:
“I’m telling you. He’s too perfect.”
“You’re crazy, Chunnie.”
“There has to be something wrong with him. Some deep, dark secret, or kink, or-”
“There’s nothing wrong with him, you’re just jealous.”
“No, one can be that perfect.”
“Jaejoong is.”
Jae, tolerant of his friends’ discussion, finally looks up and meets Junsu’s eyes.
Yoochun grins. “Thank you for proving my point,” he says, and punches Jae’s shoulder. “Yes, Jae is perfect. Amazing muscles, really smart, an amazing cook. But Jaejoong has a secret, don’t you Jae?”
Jae rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Yoochun.”
“What’s his secret?” Changmin asks as Jae goes back to his studying. He has a big test in two days.
“He’s the biggest sub you can find. He likes to be tied up and spanked and-”
“Shut up,” Jae says.
“So?” Junsu says. “There’s nothing wrong with having a bit of a kink like that.”
“I’m not saying there is, but just to look at Jaejoong, you’d never know that.”
It’s quiet and Jae looks up only to find himself the scrutiny of all three of their gazes. He rolls his eyes again. “Whatever. You guys need to shut up and study. Jung Yunho is perfect. End of story.”
They don’t shut up and Jae sighs. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes. Sometimes he wonders why he puts up with the three of them. Looking around the library, his gaze lands on the topic of their discussion.
Jung Yunho is indeed perfect. Class president, Honor roll, captain of the basketball team. He even spent two hours on Sunday volunteering at the Senior Center. He had girls fawning over him all the time, but Jaejoong didn’t think he had a girlfriend. Jae can’t remember ever seeing him with a girlfriend.
Maybe he was gay.
Jaejoong doubted that. If Jung Yunho was gay, then he would indeed be perfect.
Yunho stands up from his table, and Jae’s mouth waters. He has amazing shoulders, thick thighs, and god, Jae goes to basketball games just to watch him play and get all sweaty. He’s wearing jeans today, and black sneakers. The bright red button down looks amazing with his perfectly tan skin. His hair is gelled and styled all messily and Jae’s fingers itch, begging to tug on those brown strands. He sighs as Yunho disappears behind a shelf.
Jung Yunho is definitely perfect.
Jae tries to go back to studying as his three friends make a list of things that can be wrong with Jung Yunho.
~~~~~~|~~~~~~
The next week, Jaejoong is in the library, alone for once. He doesn’t want to think about what the other three are doing. His test in his Investment class hadn’t gone as well as he had hoped, so he is studying the material again.
“Excuse me?”
Jae looks up and his mind goes blank. Jung Yunho is standing next to his table. He’s wearing khakis today, and a collared shirt that perfectly shows off his muscles shoulders and chest.
“Um, hi. Do you mind if I sit here?” he asks and points to the chair next to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong looks around the library. It is pretty full, but Yunho could have picked a different table. Jaejoong swallows and says, “Um, sure.” Because yeah, he’s not stupid and he is not going to give up a chance to sit next to Mister Perfection.
Yunho smiles, white teeth perfectly straight.
Jae fumbles with his books and notebooks, sliding them over.
“Thanks,” Yunho says as he sits down. “You’re Kim Jaejoong, right?”
“Yeah.”
“We had a couple classes together last semester, didn’t we?”
Jae doesn’t want to look desperate and say something like, oh, yeah and you always sat up front and you bite your lip when you’re concentrating. Instead, he says, “I think so. Are you majoring in Finance too?”
“No. Business. On my way to law school when I’m done. What about you? What are you studying right now?”
“Finance and investment stuff.”
“Ah, what class?”
“Financial Management.”
“I was going to take that class this semester,” he says as he pulls out his books. He meets Jae’s eyes. “Now I wish I had.”
Jae blushes and looks down. Oh, god. Did Jung Yunho just flirt with him? “What … what are you studying?”
“Right now? Mandarin. I have a test tomorrow.”
Jae makes a face. “Good luck with that.”
“Thanks.”
Silence settles between them, and Jae has a hard time concentrating because Yunho smells so fucking good. And it’s not just his cologne. Jae can almost smell the authority and control coming off him. It makes his skin shiver.
After awhile though, and Yunho keeps his attention to his books, Jae is able to concentrate again on his reading. He’s taking notes on a confusing topic when Yunho clears his throat.
“So,” he says. “I heard your friends talking a couple days ago.”
Jae stops breathing, his pen pausing for a moment. He doesn’t look up and continues scribbling. His hand is shaking, but he says, “And?”
Yunho chuckles. “I believe Yoochun was trying to figure out what was wrong with me?”
“He’s kind of stupid,” Jae says quickly.
“Yes. But he made some very interesting comments.”
Jae is trying to act nonchalant about this, but he can feel his cheeks heating up.
“And quite a few interesting comments about you.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Jae mutters.
Yunho chuckles. He nudges Jae’s elbow. Jae looks up. Yunho’s hand is flat on the table between them. He meets Yunho’s eyes and this time his heart stops. For a moment, Yunho’s gaze is hungry, cold and daring all at the same time. Jae’s cock twitches in his pants.
And then Yunho moves his hand. All of Jae’s thinking abilities vanish.
Lying on the table is a red ring of silicon.
Jae licks his lips, unable to look away from the cock ring. His cock is hard in a second.
“I think you should put it on. Right now.”
Jae’s gaze flies up to meet Yunho’s. The command is there. The authority, and Jae’s whole body shivers. He shoots a gaze around the library, but everyone else is studying. No matter how exposed Jae feels, only Yunho’s attention is on him. And it’s attention that Jae definitely wants.
Jae swallows.
“Or I could do it,” Yunho says, voice lower than a whisper. “But you won’t like your punishment if I have to do it.”
Jae thinks about Yunho putting the cock ring around him and gasps, swearing softly.
“Do it. Now.”
Shaking, Jae obeys. He picks up the cock ring with one hand and unbuttons his jeans with the other. This is probably the craziest thing he’s ever done in public before. His hands fumble with the zipper, but he manages. He tugs on his cock, reaches into his boxers to pull it out. His t-shirt isn’t quite long enough to cover it. Yunho leans on one elbow, smiling at him, not looking at his lap, but looking at his face. It makes Jae blush harder. The cock ring is one with a cinch, easy to put on quickly, but in his lust, Jae cinches it too tightly at the base and he winces. He’s so fucking hard, he can’t help but stroke himself a couple times after the ring is secure. He gasps and fights off a whimper as his body jerks.
Yunho smiles at him, satisfied and arrogant.
When his warm hand slips under the table and touches Jae’s cock, Jae almost bites through his lip, holding back his scream.
After only two strokes, Yunho removes his hand. “Put it away.”
Jae tucks himself back into his tight jeans.
Without another word, Yunho goes back to studying.
Jae’s brain is dead. His body is on fire.
Oh, fucking hell. What the fucking hell? It’s the only thing Jae can think. He lays his head on the table with a groan as his cock twitches.
Yunho laughs. “Oh, come on, Jaejoong. Finance can’t be that difficult.”
Jae nods. “It is. So fucking frustrating.”
“Then you need a way to let go of that frustration. Here.”
Jae lifts his head. Yunho puts a piece of paper in front of him. For a moment, Jae is too shocked to read it properly.
Mark what you want. Mine are marked with red. There are three columns. One says yes, the other no and the final one is a list of practically every kink Jaejoong can think of.
Jae’s eyes widen as he reads down the list.
watersports, bondage, master play, rope play, ball gags, cock rings, handcuffs, whips, butt plugs, vibrators, double penetration, threesomes, blindfolds, humiliation, public exposure, public sex, nipple clamps
Half way down the list, Jae looks up. Eyes wide. Cock twitching. Every single one has a red X under the yes column.
Yunho smiles at him.
Jae looks at the paper again. He can’t think straight, and so he stops thinking with his brain, and starts marking. Some he does not even want to think about, like blood play and medical play. Jaejoong definitely doesn’t mind a bit of pain, but both of those sound too … gruesome, even for him. But god, the thought of Yunho spanking him and calling him a slut has his blood boiling. There are some on the list that he’s never tried, but he’d be more than willing to experiment with, so he puts question marks next to rope play and cross dressing and double penetration and a few others.
Jae reads through the list one more time, mouth dry and stomach churning with nerves and lust and god, he wants to come. He wants Yunho to stroke him off and whisper dirty things to him. He shivers and hands the list back.
“Looks good,” Jae says, voice cracking just a bit.
Yunho scans the list, smiling growing. “Thanks. This will be really helpful. I have to go. Thanks for letting me share your table. If you want any help, you should come to my dorm room in an hour.”
“Is that an order or a suggestion?” Jae asks.
Yunho pauses in gathering his things. He nods at Jaejoong and says, “It’s an order.”
Jae lowers his eyes. Voice shaking, he whispers, “Then I’ll be there, master.”
Yunho smiles widely at him. “Do you know which dorm I’m in?”
Jae doesn’t want to say yes, he doesn’t want to say that he’s looked it up and actually stalked Yunho’s dorm building for a glimpse of him before. He nods.
“See you later. And you better be just as are you.”
Jae watches him as he leaves the library. Just as he is? Fuck. He’s going to have this cock ring on him for another hour. The thought makes him squirm. Shit.
He tries to concentrate on his work again and fails. Less than five minutes later, he gathers his books and leaves the library.
He doesn’t care that anyone looking will see that he’s fucking hard, straining in his skinny jeans. Every step causes his cock to scrape along his clothes. The ring keeps getting jerked by his pants and oh god, he needs to come. He moves as quickly as he can. Once in his dorm building, he presses his hand to his crotch, wincing.
He curses as he walks toward his door. There is a green tie on the doorknob. Fuck them. He ignores it and unlocks the door anyway. The three of them are on Yoochun’s bed. Jae only glances at them long enough to see that Junsu’s face in Changmin’s lap and Yoochun is behind Junsu. He falls face first on his bed and screams, then moans when his hard cock is pushed against the bed.
He hears Yoochun chuckle. “Problems, Jae?”
Jae flips him off. He listens to them moan, their bodies move together. He’s humping the bed. His body shakes with a dry orgasm only moments later, and he screams into his pillow.
All three of them laugh.
“What is wrong with you?” Changmin asks, breathless.
Jae rolls over. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me? Jung Yunho is what’s wrong with me. He heard you three talking about him, and about me and he sat next to me in the library and now I’m wearing a fucking cock ring, and I’m supposed to go to his dorm room in a half hour and I really, really need to come.”
The three of them stop and stare at him in shock.
“Um, what?”
Jae nods. “I know!” He quickly undoes his pants and pulls out his cock, moaning as he strokes it.
“Okay, talk, tell us everything,” Yoochun says.
Jae sighs and tells him about their awkward conversation and then the cock ring and the huge list of kinks.
“I knew that bastard was kinky!” Yoochun cries out.
“So are you going to his dorm room?” Changmin asks.
Jae looks at him. “Um, really? Stupid question. I thought you were smarter than that.”
Changmin frowns. “But if you go, then he has control over you?”
“Oh god, don’t remind me.”
“Jae likes to be controlled, Minnie,” Junsu says.
“God, I need to be controlled.”
“Yes, well, Joongie darling,” Yoochun says. “You know we love you, but you kind of interrupted, so if you don’t mind.”
“You three fuck when you think I’m sleeping, so whatever, just … whatever.” Jae strokes his own cock a couple more times, moaning at the pain and need to come. He forces his hands away from his body and watches his three best friends with each other. They’ve traded places, with Changmin now behind Junsu and Yoochun down Junsu’s throat. Junsu is such a little bitch and Jae envies him so much at the moment. At least he has Yunho to look forward to. Based on Yunho’s list, Jae has no idea what to expect. He watches the clock.
Yoochun is coming down Junsu’s throat a few minutes later, knuckles white as he pulls Junsu’s hair. Junsu moan is obscene, greedy. Jae shuts his eyes against the sight of Changmin pulling out, but hears the splatters of come on Junsu’s back.
“God,” Jae groans as his cock twitches.
“I have this sudden desire to fuck you, Jaejoong,” Yoochun says, voice harsh.
Jae shakes his head. “I need to fucking come.” He gets up, shaking and tucks himself back into his pants, wincing as his fingers tug on his sensitive cock. His body shakes violently for a moment. He may not make it to Yunho’s dorm. He’s still got ten minutes to go, but he figures that he’ll be walking slow, half bent over and god, so fucking horny.
Yoochun says goodbye as Jae yanks open the door. He flips him off and staggers out of the room. Yunho’s dorm is two buildings over. Each step anticipation grows, his cock aches more. He sees a few people since it’s only three in the afternoon. Most give him weird looks. Outside, the air is cool with fall and it’s a welcome relief, but barely. Jae’s skin is so hot, so on fire. He has to stop walking often to take a deep breath of control.
In Yunho’s building, he stumbles to the elevator. He’s bent double, stomach twisting with anticipation. It’s been so long since he’s had someone, anyway, make him wait a whole fucking hour for an orgasm. He has a thought that Yunho isn’t going to let him come right away, and he’ll probably be denied release for a few more minutes. Who knows how long?
He manages to walk down the hall. Just outside Yunho’s door, he looks at his watch. He has a couple more minutes. Using the wall as a support, he kneels on the floor, knees partial spread, arms behind his back, head lowered. He waits, counting, and then knocks three times.
The thirty seconds or so it takes Yunho to answer the door is the most agonizing.
Jae holds his breath.
Fingers card through his hair, and he shivers under the light touch. The fingers trail down his neck, and Jae whimpers when a strip of leather follows. Metal clinks lightly as the leash is secured around his neck. There is a tiny tug, and Jae follows the silent lead and crawls into Yunho’s room.
Part 2: The Blindfold
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun/Junsu
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh, man, if they were mine, Jae would always wear a cock ring.
Summary: Jung Yunho is perfect. Class president, athletic, attractive. But Yoochun swears he's got to have a kink or something. Jaejoong learns a little too well just what kind of a crazy bastard Yunho can be.
A/N: This fic is for samui_sakura. It is her birthday! And she wanted Jaejoong tied up ... He will be, darling, don't you worry. For a visual, go to her LJ and see ...
A/N Part 2: With this one, I just put the damn question mark. It's getting too long, so I'm going to post and then keep writing. A kinky multichaptered YUNJAE fic ... oh god ... what have I started????
Poster credit goes to my darling Yu for not only making it but helping me think up all the kinky things to go on it! *huggles you* thank you darling! ♥♥♥
Part 1:
“I’m telling you. He’s too perfect.”
“You’re crazy, Chunnie.”
“There has to be something wrong with him. Some deep, dark secret, or kink, or-”
“There’s nothing wrong with him, you’re just jealous.”
“No, one can be that perfect.”
“Jaejoong is.”
Jae, tolerant of his friends’ discussion, finally looks up and meets Junsu’s eyes.
Yoochun grins. “Thank you for proving my point,” he says, and punches Jae’s shoulder. “Yes, Jae is perfect. Amazing muscles, really smart, an amazing cook. But Jaejoong has a secret, don’t you Jae?”
Jae rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Yoochun.”
“What’s his secret?” Changmin asks as Jae goes back to his studying. He has a big test in two days.
“He’s the biggest sub you can find. He likes to be tied up and spanked and-”
“Shut up,” Jae says.
“So?” Junsu says. “There’s nothing wrong with having a bit of a kink like that.”
“I’m not saying there is, but just to look at Jaejoong, you’d never know that.”
It’s quiet and Jae looks up only to find himself the scrutiny of all three of their gazes. He rolls his eyes again. “Whatever. You guys need to shut up and study. Jung Yunho is perfect. End of story.”
They don’t shut up and Jae sighs. He takes his glasses off and rubs his eyes. Sometimes he wonders why he puts up with the three of them. Looking around the library, his gaze lands on the topic of their discussion.
Jung Yunho is indeed perfect. Class president, Honor roll, captain of the basketball team. He even spent two hours on Sunday volunteering at the Senior Center. He had girls fawning over him all the time, but Jaejoong didn’t think he had a girlfriend. Jae can’t remember ever seeing him with a girlfriend.
Maybe he was gay.
Jaejoong doubted that. If Jung Yunho was gay, then he would indeed be perfect.
Yunho stands up from his table, and Jae’s mouth waters. He has amazing shoulders, thick thighs, and god, Jae goes to basketball games just to watch him play and get all sweaty. He’s wearing jeans today, and black sneakers. The bright red button down looks amazing with his perfectly tan skin. His hair is gelled and styled all messily and Jae’s fingers itch, begging to tug on those brown strands. He sighs as Yunho disappears behind a shelf.
Jung Yunho is definitely perfect.
Jae tries to go back to studying as his three friends make a list of things that can be wrong with Jung Yunho.
~~~~~~|~~~~~~
The next week, Jaejoong is in the library, alone for once. He doesn’t want to think about what the other three are doing. His test in his Investment class hadn’t gone as well as he had hoped, so he is studying the material again.
“Excuse me?”
Jae looks up and his mind goes blank. Jung Yunho is standing next to his table. He’s wearing khakis today, and a collared shirt that perfectly shows off his muscles shoulders and chest.
“Um, hi. Do you mind if I sit here?” he asks and points to the chair next to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong looks around the library. It is pretty full, but Yunho could have picked a different table. Jaejoong swallows and says, “Um, sure.” Because yeah, he’s not stupid and he is not going to give up a chance to sit next to Mister Perfection.
Yunho smiles, white teeth perfectly straight.
Jae fumbles with his books and notebooks, sliding them over.
“Thanks,” Yunho says as he sits down. “You’re Kim Jaejoong, right?”
“Yeah.”
“We had a couple classes together last semester, didn’t we?”
Jae doesn’t want to look desperate and say something like, oh, yeah and you always sat up front and you bite your lip when you’re concentrating. Instead, he says, “I think so. Are you majoring in Finance too?”
“No. Business. On my way to law school when I’m done. What about you? What are you studying right now?”
“Finance and investment stuff.”
“Ah, what class?”
“Financial Management.”
“I was going to take that class this semester,” he says as he pulls out his books. He meets Jae’s eyes. “Now I wish I had.”
Jae blushes and looks down. Oh, god. Did Jung Yunho just flirt with him? “What … what are you studying?”
“Right now? Mandarin. I have a test tomorrow.”
Jae makes a face. “Good luck with that.”
“Thanks.”
Silence settles between them, and Jae has a hard time concentrating because Yunho smells so fucking good. And it’s not just his cologne. Jae can almost smell the authority and control coming off him. It makes his skin shiver.
After awhile though, and Yunho keeps his attention to his books, Jae is able to concentrate again on his reading. He’s taking notes on a confusing topic when Yunho clears his throat.
“So,” he says. “I heard your friends talking a couple days ago.”
Jae stops breathing, his pen pausing for a moment. He doesn’t look up and continues scribbling. His hand is shaking, but he says, “And?”
Yunho chuckles. “I believe Yoochun was trying to figure out what was wrong with me?”
“He’s kind of stupid,” Jae says quickly.
“Yes. But he made some very interesting comments.”
Jae is trying to act nonchalant about this, but he can feel his cheeks heating up.
“And quite a few interesting comments about you.”
“I’m going to kill him,” Jae mutters.
Yunho chuckles. He nudges Jae’s elbow. Jae looks up. Yunho’s hand is flat on the table between them. He meets Yunho’s eyes and this time his heart stops. For a moment, Yunho’s gaze is hungry, cold and daring all at the same time. Jae’s cock twitches in his pants.
And then Yunho moves his hand. All of Jae’s thinking abilities vanish.
Lying on the table is a red ring of silicon.
Jae licks his lips, unable to look away from the cock ring. His cock is hard in a second.
“I think you should put it on. Right now.”
Jae’s gaze flies up to meet Yunho’s. The command is there. The authority, and Jae’s whole body shivers. He shoots a gaze around the library, but everyone else is studying. No matter how exposed Jae feels, only Yunho’s attention is on him. And it’s attention that Jae definitely wants.
Jae swallows.
“Or I could do it,” Yunho says, voice lower than a whisper. “But you won’t like your punishment if I have to do it.”
Jae thinks about Yunho putting the cock ring around him and gasps, swearing softly.
“Do it. Now.”
Shaking, Jae obeys. He picks up the cock ring with one hand and unbuttons his jeans with the other. This is probably the craziest thing he’s ever done in public before. His hands fumble with the zipper, but he manages. He tugs on his cock, reaches into his boxers to pull it out. His t-shirt isn’t quite long enough to cover it. Yunho leans on one elbow, smiling at him, not looking at his lap, but looking at his face. It makes Jae blush harder. The cock ring is one with a cinch, easy to put on quickly, but in his lust, Jae cinches it too tightly at the base and he winces. He’s so fucking hard, he can’t help but stroke himself a couple times after the ring is secure. He gasps and fights off a whimper as his body jerks.
Yunho smiles at him, satisfied and arrogant.
When his warm hand slips under the table and touches Jae’s cock, Jae almost bites through his lip, holding back his scream.
After only two strokes, Yunho removes his hand. “Put it away.”
Jae tucks himself back into his tight jeans.
Without another word, Yunho goes back to studying.
Jae’s brain is dead. His body is on fire.
Oh, fucking hell. What the fucking hell? It’s the only thing Jae can think. He lays his head on the table with a groan as his cock twitches.
Yunho laughs. “Oh, come on, Jaejoong. Finance can’t be that difficult.”
Jae nods. “It is. So fucking frustrating.”
“Then you need a way to let go of that frustration. Here.”
Jae lifts his head. Yunho puts a piece of paper in front of him. For a moment, Jae is too shocked to read it properly.
Mark what you want. Mine are marked with red. There are three columns. One says yes, the other no and the final one is a list of practically every kink Jaejoong can think of.
Jae’s eyes widen as he reads down the list.
watersports, bondage, master play, rope play, ball gags, cock rings, handcuffs, whips, butt plugs, vibrators, double penetration, threesomes, blindfolds, humiliation, public exposure, public sex, nipple clamps
Half way down the list, Jae looks up. Eyes wide. Cock twitching. Every single one has a red X under the yes column.
Yunho smiles at him.
Jae looks at the paper again. He can’t think straight, and so he stops thinking with his brain, and starts marking. Some he does not even want to think about, like blood play and medical play. Jaejoong definitely doesn’t mind a bit of pain, but both of those sound too … gruesome, even for him. But god, the thought of Yunho spanking him and calling him a slut has his blood boiling. There are some on the list that he’s never tried, but he’d be more than willing to experiment with, so he puts question marks next to rope play and cross dressing and double penetration and a few others.
Jae reads through the list one more time, mouth dry and stomach churning with nerves and lust and god, he wants to come. He wants Yunho to stroke him off and whisper dirty things to him. He shivers and hands the list back.
“Looks good,” Jae says, voice cracking just a bit.
Yunho scans the list, smiling growing. “Thanks. This will be really helpful. I have to go. Thanks for letting me share your table. If you want any help, you should come to my dorm room in an hour.”
“Is that an order or a suggestion?” Jae asks.
Yunho pauses in gathering his things. He nods at Jaejoong and says, “It’s an order.”
Jae lowers his eyes. Voice shaking, he whispers, “Then I’ll be there, master.”
Yunho smiles widely at him. “Do you know which dorm I’m in?”
Jae doesn’t want to say yes, he doesn’t want to say that he’s looked it up and actually stalked Yunho’s dorm building for a glimpse of him before. He nods.
“See you later. And you better be just as are you.”
Jae watches him as he leaves the library. Just as he is? Fuck. He’s going to have this cock ring on him for another hour. The thought makes him squirm. Shit.
He tries to concentrate on his work again and fails. Less than five minutes later, he gathers his books and leaves the library.
He doesn’t care that anyone looking will see that he’s fucking hard, straining in his skinny jeans. Every step causes his cock to scrape along his clothes. The ring keeps getting jerked by his pants and oh god, he needs to come. He moves as quickly as he can. Once in his dorm building, he presses his hand to his crotch, wincing.
He curses as he walks toward his door. There is a green tie on the doorknob. Fuck them. He ignores it and unlocks the door anyway. The three of them are on Yoochun’s bed. Jae only glances at them long enough to see that Junsu’s face in Changmin’s lap and Yoochun is behind Junsu. He falls face first on his bed and screams, then moans when his hard cock is pushed against the bed.
He hears Yoochun chuckle. “Problems, Jae?”
Jae flips him off. He listens to them moan, their bodies move together. He’s humping the bed. His body shakes with a dry orgasm only moments later, and he screams into his pillow.
All three of them laugh.
“What is wrong with you?” Changmin asks, breathless.
Jae rolls over. “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me? Jung Yunho is what’s wrong with me. He heard you three talking about him, and about me and he sat next to me in the library and now I’m wearing a fucking cock ring, and I’m supposed to go to his dorm room in a half hour and I really, really need to come.”
The three of them stop and stare at him in shock.
“Um, what?”
Jae nods. “I know!” He quickly undoes his pants and pulls out his cock, moaning as he strokes it.
“Okay, talk, tell us everything,” Yoochun says.
Jae sighs and tells him about their awkward conversation and then the cock ring and the huge list of kinks.
“I knew that bastard was kinky!” Yoochun cries out.
“So are you going to his dorm room?” Changmin asks.
Jae looks at him. “Um, really? Stupid question. I thought you were smarter than that.”
Changmin frowns. “But if you go, then he has control over you?”
“Oh god, don’t remind me.”
“Jae likes to be controlled, Minnie,” Junsu says.
“God, I need to be controlled.”
“Yes, well, Joongie darling,” Yoochun says. “You know we love you, but you kind of interrupted, so if you don’t mind.”
“You three fuck when you think I’m sleeping, so whatever, just … whatever.” Jae strokes his own cock a couple more times, moaning at the pain and need to come. He forces his hands away from his body and watches his three best friends with each other. They’ve traded places, with Changmin now behind Junsu and Yoochun down Junsu’s throat. Junsu is such a little bitch and Jae envies him so much at the moment. At least he has Yunho to look forward to. Based on Yunho’s list, Jae has no idea what to expect. He watches the clock.
Yoochun is coming down Junsu’s throat a few minutes later, knuckles white as he pulls Junsu’s hair. Junsu moan is obscene, greedy. Jae shuts his eyes against the sight of Changmin pulling out, but hears the splatters of come on Junsu’s back.
“God,” Jae groans as his cock twitches.
“I have this sudden desire to fuck you, Jaejoong,” Yoochun says, voice harsh.
Jae shakes his head. “I need to fucking come.” He gets up, shaking and tucks himself back into his pants, wincing as his fingers tug on his sensitive cock. His body shakes violently for a moment. He may not make it to Yunho’s dorm. He’s still got ten minutes to go, but he figures that he’ll be walking slow, half bent over and god, so fucking horny.
Yoochun says goodbye as Jae yanks open the door. He flips him off and staggers out of the room. Yunho’s dorm is two buildings over. Each step anticipation grows, his cock aches more. He sees a few people since it’s only three in the afternoon. Most give him weird looks. Outside, the air is cool with fall and it’s a welcome relief, but barely. Jae’s skin is so hot, so on fire. He has to stop walking often to take a deep breath of control.
In Yunho’s building, he stumbles to the elevator. He’s bent double, stomach twisting with anticipation. It’s been so long since he’s had someone, anyway, make him wait a whole fucking hour for an orgasm. He has a thought that Yunho isn’t going to let him come right away, and he’ll probably be denied release for a few more minutes. Who knows how long?
He manages to walk down the hall. Just outside Yunho’s door, he looks at his watch. He has a couple more minutes. Using the wall as a support, he kneels on the floor, knees partial spread, arms behind his back, head lowered. He waits, counting, and then knocks three times.
The thirty seconds or so it takes Yunho to answer the door is the most agonizing.
Jae holds his breath.
Fingers card through his hair, and he shivers under the light touch. The fingers trail down his neck, and Jae whimpers when a strip of leather follows. Metal clinks lightly as the leash is secured around his neck. There is a tiny tug, and Jae follows the silent lead and crawls into Yunho’s room.
Part 2: The Blindfold
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