Flights 10/?
Title: Flights 10/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them apart.
A/N Part A: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 10:
Yoochun kept his back to the room. Waiting.
Jaejoong’s nervous energy danced around him. Also waiting. But Yoochun knew that Jaejoong would cave first.
Only seconds later, a whimper echoed around the room.
Yoochun felt him kneeling on the bed, watching him. Anxiety and lust wove from him. Yoochun stayed as he was until a hum of submission vibrated on his skin. With a smirk, Yoochun turned around. Jaejoong was beautiful naked. The litheness of his muscles had turned to bulk, giving him broad shoulders, a trim waist and ripples of pectoral and abdominal muscles. His wings were half spread, the feathers hissing as his body shivered with excitement.
Yoochun let his power run over Jaejoong’s skin. He let him feel it, weaving it in his mind and body. Not seizing control, but teasing, letting Jaejoong know he could. Jae gasped, mouth open, tongue darting out to lick his lips. His eyes shut as he panted. His cock was hard and leaking in seconds. The hum of submission grew stronger.
Just before Jaejoong opened his mouth to plead with words, Yoochun snagged control of his mind.
Turn around, bend over. The commands were pointless, as Yoochun forced Jaejoong’s body the way he wanted it. Jae fought against his control only once. Yoochun mentally slapped him, and Jae whimpered, body shaking as it moved out of his control. He ended up with on his knees, his face planted on the bed and his arms stretched behind him, ass on display. His wings were half spread, twitching as they fought against Yoochun’s control.
Don’t move, Yoochun said and released the control.
Jae took a heavy breath and whimpered again.
“You okay?” Yoochun said as nerves and a tiny bit of fear leaked through Jaejoong’s soul.
“Yes. I … god, it’s intense and scary and amazing all at the same time.”
Stop breathing.
Yoochun crossed his arms and leaned against the dresser. He watched Jaejoong’s body struggle to move, to breathe, to do anything. Panic bubbled through him.
It’s dangerous, too, he whispered to Jaejoong’s mind. Breathe, baby.
Jaejoong’s deep breath echoed around the room.
When you ask me to control you, make sure you know what you’re asking for.
I trust you, Yoochun.
Their eyes met, Jaejoong twisting his head to look around his body. That made Yoochun shiver, because even after cutting off his breathing for almost two minutes, Jaejoong still trusted him not to hurt him. Yoochun gasped at the utter feeling of love and devotion coming from Jaejoong. It wasn’t submission, it wasn’t idolization. It made Yoochun’s heart ache, and he crawled on the bed. Running his hand up Jaejoong’s thighs, he leaned down and kissed him.
“I love you,” Yoochun whispered.
“I love you. Now, be a good dom mate and play with me.”
Yoochun chuckled. He sat back on his knees and reached for the rope. It was thick, white, and as an experiment, he tied a thick knot at one end, tugging, testing its give. He smirked at Jaejoong and then snagged control of his mind and body again.
Open your mouth, baby.
Yoochun put the knot in Jae’s mouth. It wouldn’t stay there, but for now, Yoochun held his control over Jae’s mouth, keeping the knot secure. He lifted the rope, letting it slide over his skin, between his wings. Jae shivered, his essence sparking with need and lust. Yoochun trailed the rope over Jae’s ass, dropping the end to the bed. He reached under Jae’s body and with deft movements, wrapped the rope around both of his thighs (the rope ending up snug under his balls, but not restraining them). Yoochun crisscrossed the rope again, down to Jae’s knees, looping the rope around one wrist, securing it to his leg, before crossing over to the other one. He was running out of rope, but there was enough to twist it with the main rope up between Jae’s ass and wings. He wrapped the base of both wings with three tight loops. It wasn’t enough to completely paralyze Jae’s wings.
The last length of rope he wrapped around Jae’s chest, letting it fall to the bed.
“Thanks for holding this for me, darling,” Yoochun said. He released his hold on Jaejoong’s control.
Jae moaned his name.
“Yes?”
“Feels so good.”
Yoochun untied the knot and tugged the rope under Jae’s shoulder. The two ends of the rope barely met. Yoochun smirked. Perfect.
He yanked them both and the rope running the length of Jae’s body tightened on his skin. Yoochun pulled again, and then again until he was able to knot the two ends together.
When he was through, Jaejoong was gasping.
Yoochun sat back and surveyed his masterpiece. Jaejoong’s skin glistened with sweat. He wasn’t constrained as much as Yoochun would later in their lives, but for the first time, it was good enough. The blood supply to his limbs was not cut off.
Jaejoong turned his head, eyes dark, flashing with red. “Please, m-mas-Yoochun, please.”
Yoochun rose an eyebrow. “Pick one, pet. Master or Yoochun.”
“M-master.”
“And what do you want?”
“I … play, I want my master … play with me, please, Master.”
Yoochun reached a hand out and ran it over the curve of Jaejoong’s ass. He squeezed lightly, but even that light touch caused a shiver to run through Jaejoong’s body. Yoochun gripped the rope laying on Jaejoong’s tailbone and yanked up. Jaejoong keened. Yoochun moved his hand down, and even with such little give to the rope, he looped a knot in it and let it go. It practically snapped back, and the knot nestled right against Jaejoong’s entrance. Yoochun pushed his finger against the knot. Jaejoong cried out as his body sucked it in, closing around it.
Yoochun didn’t plan on leaving it there long, but long enough.
He started at Jaejoong’s thighs, kissing licking up and around his skin, leaving midnight purple bruises on his pale skin. Jaejoong’s wings shuddered around him, feathers tickling his skin. At that spot between his wings, Yoochun moved the rope. The dom mark had faded through the day, and Yoochun decided he didn’t want it to fade. He sank his fangs under Jaejoong’s skin, sucking hard as Jaejoong thrashed and moaned.
Yoochun felt Jaejoong’s orgasm growing, felt it coiling through his skin. He waited, and with each swallow of blood, it came closer and closer. At the last second, as Jaejoong’s breath staggered and his body screamed for an orgasm, Yoochun snagged control of his body and stopped it, effectively putting a mental cock ring around him.
Jaejoong cried. Literally cried, mouth open, tears dripping. “Please, please.”
Yoochun moved to his head and licked up his tears, leaving bloody trails over his cheeks. “Patience, my pet.”
“Yes… yes, master. Forgive me.”
“Forgiven, pet. Are you enjoying yourself?”
Jaejoong eyes shut tightly. “Y-yes.”
Yoochun reached behind Jaejoong’s and tugged on the rope lying along his back. He tugged it lightly, not enough to pull the knot from his ass, but enough to move it. “Do you like having the rope inside you?”
“Y-no-.. I want you inside me, master.”
“But you like this?”
“Y-yes, master.”
“Watch me.”
Jaejoong’s eyes stayed open as Yoochun stood. He stripped, making a tiny show of it. Slipping clothes off him, blocking the view of his cock and ass with a wing. Jaejoong whimpered, eager and horny. His cock pulsed, trying to come around the mental hold Yoochun had.
“You’re stuck with me forever, Jaejoong,” Yoochun said. He spread his arms and wings, turning in a circle. “Think you can handle having this for the next eight hundred years or so?”
Jaejoong nodded. “If I am lucky enough, I’ll be with you forever. Wherever.”
“I love you,” Yoochun said as he crawled back to the bed.
Their lips met as Jaejoong whispered the endearment.
“Now, let’s really play,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong’s eyes lit up with lust and happiness. Yoochun snagged his mind and forced his body up, the rope stretched tight over his body, leaving red marks in its wake. Jaejoong’s eyes shut with a whimper as he ended up sitting on his feet.
After a single kiss to Jaejoong’s lips, Yoochun started biting. He left fang marks in his neck, over his shoulder, down his chest, around each nipple and down his stomach. He sucked only a mouthful of blood at each bite. The last he let dribble over Jaejoong’s weeping erection. He’d already tried come again.
“Tasty treat,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong screamed as Yoochun engulfed his cock, not being careful with fangs. He stopped with Jaejoong’s cock all the way down his throat. He dug his fangs around it and sucked, swallowing blood. Jaejoong’s controlled body tried to pitch forward, but Yoochun tightened his control. Everywhere but on Jaejoong’s cock.
He released the mental cock ring and immediately, Jaejoong came and Yoochun swallowed the tangy treat. And he kept drinking. More and more blood from Jaejoong’s body. He sucked until another orgasm tore through Jaejoong and his body tried to go limp. His brain was too confused, too muddled, too pleasured, and Yoochun knew that he was going to pass out soon. He released Jaejoong’s cock and sat up. His own cock was hard, so very hard and he thought for a moment of making Jaejoong suck on him, but decided not to. He could force Jaejoong to do it, control everything about the blowjob, but he loved Jaejoong’s blowjobs. He’d have to wait until later.
He carefully let Jaejoong lie down, ass in the air, so he was in his original position. Yoochun placed kisses all around Jaejoong’s heaving body. He whispered love and lust through their connection. Jaejoong was too tired to think back, but Yoochun felt it. He reached out with his soul and brushed against Jaejoong’s, pulling shivers from them both.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” Yoochun asked as he moved behind his bound lover.
Jaejoong whimpered. “Please, please.”
Yoochun ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s thighs and ass. The rope was still inside him. His entrance was deep red, a stream of blood dripped slowly to his roped balls. Yoochun leaned forward and licked it up, pushing the rope deeper with his tongue.
Jaejoong whined. Yoochun felt his pain, but he also felt the pleasure as it filled Jaejoong’s cock again. Forcing two fingers into Jaejoong’s entrance, he gripped the knot, twisting the rope before popping the knot out.
Jaejoong screamed, and his body pulsed out another stream of blood. Yoochun closed his mouth around Jaejoong’s entrance and sucked, lapping at the blood, cutting him with fangs and adding more to it.
“So … fuck … Yoo-yoo-master, please, please. I … I want come with you fucking me, please.”
Yoochun licked him one more time and then kneeled. He spread Jaejoong’s cheeks, watching again as blood dripped out of him.
“Oh, pet, trust me. You will come with me fucking you.” Yoochun smiled. He held his cock steady and thrust into Jaejoong all at once. Jaejoong’s body fought against him, since he hadn’t had any prep, and Jaejoong’s scream turned to a deep moan as Yoochun pushed in completely, without stopping.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, love,” Yoochun said as he pulled out a bit and then thrust back in.
Jaejoong cried out, head thrashing, wings twitching.
Yoochun had two choices: fuck Jaejoong for hours with a hold on his cock to keep him from coming. Or Fuck Jaejoong for hours without a hold on his cock and make him come over and over again.
Yoochun chose the latter. He set a steady pace, never faltering, hands gripping Jaejoong’s hips. He called to the pleasure in Jaejoong’s body, called it up and around and through him. Tossed him over the edge of orgasm again and again. Yoochun came twice, but never stopped, just added more and more to the mess in Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong never stopped moaning, or screaming. His eyes had rolled back, his mouth open, his body shook even with Yoochun’s hold on him. He pushed Jaejoong to the edge of insanity, until even his inner thoughts were incoherent and messy and nothing made sense for him.
Sweat dripped in Yoochun’s eyes, plastering his hair to his face and neck. His hands slipped from Jaejoong’s hips.
A whisper of enough, please, enough filtered through Yoochun’s head. He looked down at his lover, felt through his body and decided that yes, that was enough. He lost count of Jaejoong’s orgasms. He sped up, slapping his body against Jaejoong’s until another orgasm twisted through him. He didn’t try to stop this one, or prolong it, but let the pleasure fill him until he was gasping, and his body jerked and he came inside his lover one more time.
Jaejoong whimpered when he finally stopped moving.
Yoochun stalled, still inside, not wanting to leave his mate ever again. He kept a hold of Jaejoong’s mind for long enough to remove the rope. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s mouth, whispered I love you, and then let Jaejoong fall into unconsciousness.
Yoochun relaxed, Jaejoong in his arms, for a few more minutes, and then he carried his mate to the bathroom to clean him up. He rinsed them off in the shower, and then soaked in the tub, scrubbing Jaejoong’s skin clean. Half way through the bath, Jaejoong’s essence flared with love and Yoochun latched onto it, letting that violent lightning stream through them as their souls connected.
“I love you,” Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong’s lips twitched in a smile.
Yoochun drained the tub and lifted Jaejoong out. He took him to bed and covered the rope burns and bites in ointment so they’d be healed in a few hours.
Yoo-yoochun?
Yes, my love?
Can-can I … I’m hungry.
Yoochun smiled. Okay. Let’s get situated
Yoochun put them to bed, covering Jaejoong with two thick blankets. He cuddled in close to him, and put his arms around his bare shoulders. He let his fingers trace the feathers of his wings. Jaejoong’s fangs dug into his neck, and Yoochun sighed, eyes shut, and let his mate feed.
Part 11: Flights of Understanding
Part 9: Flights of Discovery
Part 8: Flights of Recovery
Part 7: Flights of Abduction
Part 6: Flights of Passion
Part 5: Flights of Suspicion
Part 4: Flights of Change
Part 3: Flights of Freedom
Part 2: Flights of Desperation
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my little delusionall world does Yoochun have wings and fangs
Summary: After centuries, Yoochun has finally found his mate in the human Jaejoong, but circumstances beyond his control are keeping them apart.
A/N Part A: This fic is for jirluvien who wanted a JaeChun vampire fic. I hope you like it! *huggles*
Poster credit goes to ponyboy! Thank you! It's gorgeous!
Part 10:
Yoochun kept his back to the room. Waiting.
Jaejoong’s nervous energy danced around him. Also waiting. But Yoochun knew that Jaejoong would cave first.
Only seconds later, a whimper echoed around the room.
Yoochun felt him kneeling on the bed, watching him. Anxiety and lust wove from him. Yoochun stayed as he was until a hum of submission vibrated on his skin. With a smirk, Yoochun turned around. Jaejoong was beautiful naked. The litheness of his muscles had turned to bulk, giving him broad shoulders, a trim waist and ripples of pectoral and abdominal muscles. His wings were half spread, the feathers hissing as his body shivered with excitement.
Yoochun let his power run over Jaejoong’s skin. He let him feel it, weaving it in his mind and body. Not seizing control, but teasing, letting Jaejoong know he could. Jae gasped, mouth open, tongue darting out to lick his lips. His eyes shut as he panted. His cock was hard and leaking in seconds. The hum of submission grew stronger.
Just before Jaejoong opened his mouth to plead with words, Yoochun snagged control of his mind.
Turn around, bend over. The commands were pointless, as Yoochun forced Jaejoong’s body the way he wanted it. Jae fought against his control only once. Yoochun mentally slapped him, and Jae whimpered, body shaking as it moved out of his control. He ended up with on his knees, his face planted on the bed and his arms stretched behind him, ass on display. His wings were half spread, twitching as they fought against Yoochun’s control.
Don’t move, Yoochun said and released the control.
Jae took a heavy breath and whimpered again.
“You okay?” Yoochun said as nerves and a tiny bit of fear leaked through Jaejoong’s soul.
“Yes. I … god, it’s intense and scary and amazing all at the same time.”
Stop breathing.
Yoochun crossed his arms and leaned against the dresser. He watched Jaejoong’s body struggle to move, to breathe, to do anything. Panic bubbled through him.
It’s dangerous, too, he whispered to Jaejoong’s mind. Breathe, baby.
Jaejoong’s deep breath echoed around the room.
When you ask me to control you, make sure you know what you’re asking for.
I trust you, Yoochun.
Their eyes met, Jaejoong twisting his head to look around his body. That made Yoochun shiver, because even after cutting off his breathing for almost two minutes, Jaejoong still trusted him not to hurt him. Yoochun gasped at the utter feeling of love and devotion coming from Jaejoong. It wasn’t submission, it wasn’t idolization. It made Yoochun’s heart ache, and he crawled on the bed. Running his hand up Jaejoong’s thighs, he leaned down and kissed him.
“I love you,” Yoochun whispered.
“I love you. Now, be a good dom mate and play with me.”
Yoochun chuckled. He sat back on his knees and reached for the rope. It was thick, white, and as an experiment, he tied a thick knot at one end, tugging, testing its give. He smirked at Jaejoong and then snagged control of his mind and body again.
Open your mouth, baby.
Yoochun put the knot in Jae’s mouth. It wouldn’t stay there, but for now, Yoochun held his control over Jae’s mouth, keeping the knot secure. He lifted the rope, letting it slide over his skin, between his wings. Jae shivered, his essence sparking with need and lust. Yoochun trailed the rope over Jae’s ass, dropping the end to the bed. He reached under Jae’s body and with deft movements, wrapped the rope around both of his thighs (the rope ending up snug under his balls, but not restraining them). Yoochun crisscrossed the rope again, down to Jae’s knees, looping the rope around one wrist, securing it to his leg, before crossing over to the other one. He was running out of rope, but there was enough to twist it with the main rope up between Jae’s ass and wings. He wrapped the base of both wings with three tight loops. It wasn’t enough to completely paralyze Jae’s wings.
The last length of rope he wrapped around Jae’s chest, letting it fall to the bed.
“Thanks for holding this for me, darling,” Yoochun said. He released his hold on Jaejoong’s control.
Jae moaned his name.
“Yes?”
“Feels so good.”
Yoochun untied the knot and tugged the rope under Jae’s shoulder. The two ends of the rope barely met. Yoochun smirked. Perfect.
He yanked them both and the rope running the length of Jae’s body tightened on his skin. Yoochun pulled again, and then again until he was able to knot the two ends together.
When he was through, Jaejoong was gasping.
Yoochun sat back and surveyed his masterpiece. Jaejoong’s skin glistened with sweat. He wasn’t constrained as much as Yoochun would later in their lives, but for the first time, it was good enough. The blood supply to his limbs was not cut off.
Jaejoong turned his head, eyes dark, flashing with red. “Please, m-mas-Yoochun, please.”
Yoochun rose an eyebrow. “Pick one, pet. Master or Yoochun.”
“M-master.”
“And what do you want?”
“I … play, I want my master … play with me, please, Master.”
Yoochun reached a hand out and ran it over the curve of Jaejoong’s ass. He squeezed lightly, but even that light touch caused a shiver to run through Jaejoong’s body. Yoochun gripped the rope laying on Jaejoong’s tailbone and yanked up. Jaejoong keened. Yoochun moved his hand down, and even with such little give to the rope, he looped a knot in it and let it go. It practically snapped back, and the knot nestled right against Jaejoong’s entrance. Yoochun pushed his finger against the knot. Jaejoong cried out as his body sucked it in, closing around it.
Yoochun didn’t plan on leaving it there long, but long enough.
He started at Jaejoong’s thighs, kissing licking up and around his skin, leaving midnight purple bruises on his pale skin. Jaejoong’s wings shuddered around him, feathers tickling his skin. At that spot between his wings, Yoochun moved the rope. The dom mark had faded through the day, and Yoochun decided he didn’t want it to fade. He sank his fangs under Jaejoong’s skin, sucking hard as Jaejoong thrashed and moaned.
Yoochun felt Jaejoong’s orgasm growing, felt it coiling through his skin. He waited, and with each swallow of blood, it came closer and closer. At the last second, as Jaejoong’s breath staggered and his body screamed for an orgasm, Yoochun snagged control of his body and stopped it, effectively putting a mental cock ring around him.
Jaejoong cried. Literally cried, mouth open, tears dripping. “Please, please.”
Yoochun moved to his head and licked up his tears, leaving bloody trails over his cheeks. “Patience, my pet.”
“Yes… yes, master. Forgive me.”
“Forgiven, pet. Are you enjoying yourself?”
Jaejoong eyes shut tightly. “Y-yes.”
Yoochun reached behind Jaejoong’s and tugged on the rope lying along his back. He tugged it lightly, not enough to pull the knot from his ass, but enough to move it. “Do you like having the rope inside you?”
“Y-no-.. I want you inside me, master.”
“But you like this?”
“Y-yes, master.”
“Watch me.”
Jaejoong’s eyes stayed open as Yoochun stood. He stripped, making a tiny show of it. Slipping clothes off him, blocking the view of his cock and ass with a wing. Jaejoong whimpered, eager and horny. His cock pulsed, trying to come around the mental hold Yoochun had.
“You’re stuck with me forever, Jaejoong,” Yoochun said. He spread his arms and wings, turning in a circle. “Think you can handle having this for the next eight hundred years or so?”
Jaejoong nodded. “If I am lucky enough, I’ll be with you forever. Wherever.”
“I love you,” Yoochun said as he crawled back to the bed.
Their lips met as Jaejoong whispered the endearment.
“Now, let’s really play,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong’s eyes lit up with lust and happiness. Yoochun snagged his mind and forced his body up, the rope stretched tight over his body, leaving red marks in its wake. Jaejoong’s eyes shut with a whimper as he ended up sitting on his feet.
After a single kiss to Jaejoong’s lips, Yoochun started biting. He left fang marks in his neck, over his shoulder, down his chest, around each nipple and down his stomach. He sucked only a mouthful of blood at each bite. The last he let dribble over Jaejoong’s weeping erection. He’d already tried come again.
“Tasty treat,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong screamed as Yoochun engulfed his cock, not being careful with fangs. He stopped with Jaejoong’s cock all the way down his throat. He dug his fangs around it and sucked, swallowing blood. Jaejoong’s controlled body tried to pitch forward, but Yoochun tightened his control. Everywhere but on Jaejoong’s cock.
He released the mental cock ring and immediately, Jaejoong came and Yoochun swallowed the tangy treat. And he kept drinking. More and more blood from Jaejoong’s body. He sucked until another orgasm tore through Jaejoong and his body tried to go limp. His brain was too confused, too muddled, too pleasured, and Yoochun knew that he was going to pass out soon. He released Jaejoong’s cock and sat up. His own cock was hard, so very hard and he thought for a moment of making Jaejoong suck on him, but decided not to. He could force Jaejoong to do it, control everything about the blowjob, but he loved Jaejoong’s blowjobs. He’d have to wait until later.
He carefully let Jaejoong lie down, ass in the air, so he was in his original position. Yoochun placed kisses all around Jaejoong’s heaving body. He whispered love and lust through their connection. Jaejoong was too tired to think back, but Yoochun felt it. He reached out with his soul and brushed against Jaejoong’s, pulling shivers from them both.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” Yoochun asked as he moved behind his bound lover.
Jaejoong whimpered. “Please, please.”
Yoochun ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s thighs and ass. The rope was still inside him. His entrance was deep red, a stream of blood dripped slowly to his roped balls. Yoochun leaned forward and licked it up, pushing the rope deeper with his tongue.
Jaejoong whined. Yoochun felt his pain, but he also felt the pleasure as it filled Jaejoong’s cock again. Forcing two fingers into Jaejoong’s entrance, he gripped the knot, twisting the rope before popping the knot out.
Jaejoong screamed, and his body pulsed out another stream of blood. Yoochun closed his mouth around Jaejoong’s entrance and sucked, lapping at the blood, cutting him with fangs and adding more to it.
“So … fuck … Yoo-yoo-master, please, please. I … I want come with you fucking me, please.”
Yoochun licked him one more time and then kneeled. He spread Jaejoong’s cheeks, watching again as blood dripped out of him.
“Oh, pet, trust me. You will come with me fucking you.” Yoochun smiled. He held his cock steady and thrust into Jaejoong all at once. Jaejoong’s body fought against him, since he hadn’t had any prep, and Jaejoong’s scream turned to a deep moan as Yoochun pushed in completely, without stopping.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, love,” Yoochun said as he pulled out a bit and then thrust back in.
Jaejoong cried out, head thrashing, wings twitching.
Yoochun had two choices: fuck Jaejoong for hours with a hold on his cock to keep him from coming. Or Fuck Jaejoong for hours without a hold on his cock and make him come over and over again.
Yoochun chose the latter. He set a steady pace, never faltering, hands gripping Jaejoong’s hips. He called to the pleasure in Jaejoong’s body, called it up and around and through him. Tossed him over the edge of orgasm again and again. Yoochun came twice, but never stopped, just added more and more to the mess in Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong never stopped moaning, or screaming. His eyes had rolled back, his mouth open, his body shook even with Yoochun’s hold on him. He pushed Jaejoong to the edge of insanity, until even his inner thoughts were incoherent and messy and nothing made sense for him.
Sweat dripped in Yoochun’s eyes, plastering his hair to his face and neck. His hands slipped from Jaejoong’s hips.
A whisper of enough, please, enough filtered through Yoochun’s head. He looked down at his lover, felt through his body and decided that yes, that was enough. He lost count of Jaejoong’s orgasms. He sped up, slapping his body against Jaejoong’s until another orgasm twisted through him. He didn’t try to stop this one, or prolong it, but let the pleasure fill him until he was gasping, and his body jerked and he came inside his lover one more time.
Jaejoong whimpered when he finally stopped moving.
Yoochun stalled, still inside, not wanting to leave his mate ever again. He kept a hold of Jaejoong’s mind for long enough to remove the rope. He pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s mouth, whispered I love you, and then let Jaejoong fall into unconsciousness.
Yoochun relaxed, Jaejoong in his arms, for a few more minutes, and then he carried his mate to the bathroom to clean him up. He rinsed them off in the shower, and then soaked in the tub, scrubbing Jaejoong’s skin clean. Half way through the bath, Jaejoong’s essence flared with love and Yoochun latched onto it, letting that violent lightning stream through them as their souls connected.
“I love you,” Yoochun whispered.
Jaejoong’s lips twitched in a smile.
Yoochun drained the tub and lifted Jaejoong out. He took him to bed and covered the rope burns and bites in ointment so they’d be healed in a few hours.
Yoo-yoochun?
Yes, my love?
Can-can I … I’m hungry.
Yoochun smiled. Okay. Let’s get situated
Yoochun put them to bed, covering Jaejoong with two thick blankets. He cuddled in close to him, and put his arms around his bare shoulders. He let his fingers trace the feathers of his wings. Jaejoong’s fangs dug into his neck, and Yoochun sighed, eyes shut, and let his mate feed.
Part 11: Flights of Understanding
Part 9: Flights of Discovery
Part 8: Flights of Recovery
Part 7: Flights of Abduction
Part 6: Flights of Passion
Part 5: Flights of Suspicion
Part 4: Flights of Change
Part 3: Flights of Freedom
Part 2: Flights of Desperation
Part 1: Flights of Possession
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