Flights 21/?
Title: Flights 21/?
Pairing: Yoochun/Jaejoong, Changmin/Junsu, Junho/Yunho (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu) Many SuJu pairings
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 being secure and happy.
A/N: 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 21: Flights of Relaxation
Thick tension filled the bunker as the day rose. All of Changmin’s sensors were on the most sensitive setting, and he’d gone out to replace the ones the bombs had destroyed, and add more further out.
The Avixiary tried to relax. With so much blood in all of them, they should have been sleeping. Yoochun, as one of the oldest there, filled the room with calm. Heechul, Leeteuk, Kyuhyun, Shindong, Taeyang and TOP helped as well. The younger Avixiary like Chansung, Seungri, and Siwon did their best not to panic.
It didn’t help that Changmin was pacing, wings snapping in the small space. Junsu’s efforts to calm him down were rebuffed with a sharp look and sometimes a growl.
“Maybe we should tie him up,” Heechul muttered.
“Maybe we should put scars on your face,” Changmin snapped back.
Heechul narrowed his eyes. He opened his mouth to retort, but Leeteuk laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Come on, this is not helping,” Leeteuk said.
Changmin took a deep breath and turned back to the monitors. Yoochun decided that the worst part was not knowing. There was nothing to indicate that more humans would come. Changmin’s bombs had taken out all the radio equipment, all the electronics, in the human camp. Humans could show up at any moment.
He stood up, pulling Jaejoong and Junsu with him. Changmin spared them a glance and then turned away. Yoochun rolled his eyes.
Your mate is annoying, Yoochun said to Junsu.
Junsu laughed. Isn’t he though?
They headed down the hall to their room. Yoochun knocked lightly and they heard a grunt, telling them to come in.
Jaejoong clutched onto Yoochun’s shirt, staying behind him.
Yunho was awake, his hands trailing over Junho’s chest and stomach. Sometime since the last Yoochun had been in here, the sheets on the bed had been changed and the room was more or less clean.
“How is he?” Junsu asked, moving toward the bed.
Yunho growled, and Junsu stopped, and Yunho winced. “Sorry, Su-ah. I’m … I’m getting used to these overprotective feelings.
“It’s okay. I understand.”
“He’s doing all right,” Yunho said, smiling down at his sleeping mate.
Or not sleeping.
“I was before y’all woke me up,” he muttered and rolled into Yunho’s body.
“Sorry, love,” Yunho whispered, holding him more tightly.
Junsu laughed. “You’re so cute in love, Ho.”
Yunho’s angry glare turned to a bright smile and he kissed Junho’s forehead. “So what’s going on?” Yunho asked. “I can practically feel Changmin’s energy from here.”
While Yoochun started to explain, the three of them sat on the couch with Jaejoong in Yoochun’s lap.
“We’ll have to get someplace safe before his wings sprout,” Junsu said.
Yunho nodded and frowned. Junho lifted his head, smiled and their lips met for a moment before Junho yawned.
“I hate not having any energy,” Junho said.
“It’ll pass,” Jaejoong said. “Pretty soon, you’re going to be so insatiable that your cock won’t leave Yunho’s body for hours.”
Yoochun’s body flared with lust, remembering his mate begging and begging for more and more. Jaejoong smiled at him and Yoochun’s eyes blinked red. He growled and then leaned forward for a kiss. Junsu smacked the back of his head.
“Focus, Chunnie.”
Yoochun kissed Jaejoong anyway. “Sorry. Horny. There are too many Avixiary here.”
“No kidding,” Junsu said. He stretched. “I haven’t been properly tied up for what feels like days.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened and then he laughed. “Well, let’s change that.”
“What?”
“Changmin needs to calm down, and you need to be tied up.”
Yunho laughed at the glint in Junsu’s eyes. “Changmin might kill you all.”
Yoochun waved a hand at him. “We are leaving at dusk, so the two of you need to relax and rest as much as possible.”
“We will.”
“Come on.” Yoochun led the way out of the room. They went down the hall and into another room. Eunhyuk and Donghae were laying on the bed, legs and arms entwined. Daesung and Jiyong were curled up together on the couch.
“We need your room,” Yoochun said.
Eunhyuk looked up. “Why?”
“Calm Changmin down through sex. He needs it.”
“Not much else would make me agree to leaving, but having a calm Changmin would be nice,” Daesung said.
“Come on, baby,” Eunhyuk said, tugging on Donghae's wings, “Let’s go see if Hangeng is cooking food.”
The four of them left and Junsu jumped onto the bed with an excited noise.
“Horny bastard,” Yoochun said. “Get naked.” The sounds of Junsu undressing filled the room as Yoochun went through the dressers. He found the length of rope in a lower cabinet that also had lube and a cock ring.
Yoochun smirked. “Perfect. Put this on,” he said and tossed the cock ring to Junsu.
Junsu moaned. “Oh, god, I’m going to come just thinking about this.”
“Nope, not allowed. You have your feelings blocked from Changmin?”
“Duh.” Junsu slipped the cock ring onto his erection. He shivered as he stroked himself.
“He’s so sexy,” Jaejoong said.
“I think at this point, Changmin will kill me if I touch you,” Yoochun said, “so here, be useful.” The lube was next and Junsu eagerly snagged it from the air. He had it open and two slick fingers buried in his ass in a moment. His other hand stroked his cock and then rose and tweaked his nipples.
“How do you want this?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu thought about it for a moment and then nodded. “I hope the rope is long enough.” He climbed up on the bed, piling the pillows behind him. His wings spread, and then his arms. He gripped the headboard. Yoochun tied his wrist to it. Then Junsu smirked as he rolled his hips down, and lifted his legs until he was bent in half. “Knee.”
Yoochun looked at him curiously, and then saw what Junsu wanted. “You’re crazy, but okay.” He wrapped the rope around Junsu’s knee, and then pulled, stretching his body so his knee was almost touching the headboard.
Junsu moaned. “H-hurry. I can’t … I can’t keep him blocked for much longer.”
Yoochun laughed. “Around your neck.”
Junsu nodded. “Yes, but … yes, tight. Fuck.”
Yoochun wrapped the rope around his neck.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Jaejoong said, scrambling up on the bed.
Yoochun let the rope fall and watched as Jaejoong messed with it. His lower lip was dimpled by a fang and his eyes were half red. Yoochun tried to cool his urge to fuck his fate again.
“There,” Jaejoong said and moved away.
The rope formed a loose bow around Junsu’s neck, and Yoochun chuckled. “Good idea.”
“Hurry,” Junsu whined, cutting off a low rumble. “He’s … he’s …” Junsu suddenly shivered.
Yoochun took the rope and wrapped it around Junsu’s other knee, and then bound his other hand to the headboard. He sat back and enjoyed the view of Junsu’s stretched open, skin red with need and his hole shining and clenching with want.
What the hell is Junsu doing? Changmin demanded in Yoochun’s head.
It’s one of those 'you need to come see it to believe it' things.
He felt Changmin’s irritation, and then climbed off the bed. He went back to the couch and pulled his mate into his lap.
God, that’s … I want to be like that, Jaejoong whined.
Yoochun nodded and pictured Jaejoong like that, but covered in chocolate. Jaejoong whimpered.
The door opened.
“What the-“ Changmin broke off and Junsu keened in submission.
Changmin answered the sub-mate’s call and the door slammed and Changmin flew across the room. His fangs dug into Junsu’s shoulder, and his clothes ripped as he pulled them off. Junsu cried out his name.
Changmin tore himself away, leaving a speckled trail of blood on Junsu’s body. He gripped the stretched curve of Junsu’s thighs, spread him open more and thrust his cock into his body. Junsu screamed again. Their energy thrummed through the room as Changmin sped up. His wings spread, snapping roughly.
Jaejoong shivered in Yoochun’s lap. “Fuck me, Chunnie, please. Please.”
Yoochun smiled and pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s cheek. “After watching this, there’s nothing I want more than you riding my cock.”
Jaejoong shivered. He sat up enough to pull his clothes off. Yoochun watched as his mate’s creamy skin was revealed. He settled his hands on Jaejoong’s hips and leaned forward enough to kiss his chest. He licked down to his stomach and then back up, sucking a nipple into his mouth for a moment. He let Jaejoong feel his fangs, but he didn't bite down.
Jaejoong whimpered.
“On your knees, love,” Yoochun whispered into his skin.
Jaejoong shivered and dropped to his knees. Yoochun unbuttoned his pants. Jaejoong wanted to undress him, he did, but he stopped himself from reaching to help. Yoochun wouldn’t have minded but if Jaejoong wanted to be ordered around, then Yoochun wasn’t going to say no to that. He slipped his pants off, and then his shirt. He stroked himself, watching Jaejoong’s eager eyes swirl with red.
“Suck on me,” he said, voice low and commanding.
Jaejoong shivered and reached for him.
“Did I say you could touch me? Use your mouth.”
Jaejoong licked his lips. His eyes darted up to Yoochun for a moment and then his mouth opened. Yoochun held his cock up. He moaned even before that red tongue touched the crown of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut as Jaejoong’s warm mouth closed around the head. He moaned, slouching further so Jaejoong coult take half his length at once, before pulling up, breathing and lowering his head for more. Yoochun settled a hand in Jaejoong’s hair, tugging lightly.
Through blurry red eyes he watched Changmin fuck Junsu, never wavering. The pleasure in his head burned, and Junsu’s moans barely permeated the lust.
A prick of pain touched the base of his cock and Yoochun pulled harshly on Jaejoong’s hair. “No fangs.”
Jaejoong whimpered, but his fangs retracted and he went back to sucking, taking Yoochun’s cock deep with every other trip down his throat.
Yoochun moaned. He loved watching Jaejoong’s lips spread around his erection. But he loved feeling Jaejoong’s body clench around his more.
“E-enough, love. E-enough.”
Jaejoong pouted, but with one last suck, let Yoochun’s cock fall from his mouth. Yoochun leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You are too good at that, my mate. Turn around.”
Jaejoong grinned and turned around. Yoochun pressed against his head, and with a whimper, Jaejoong lowered it to the floor, leaving his ass in the air. His wings spread. Yoochun trailed his fingers over them for a moment, and then picked up the lube. He covered his fingers thickly and then pressed two fingers into Jaejoong at once. Deep and all the way.
Jaejoong keened in submission, body shivering as he kept himself from thrusting back.
Yoochun crooned at him, running his other hand over his ass and up his spine while he fingerfucked him for a few seconds.
He also watched Changmin and Junsu.
Junsu’s skin was bright red. His muscles shivered from the strain of his position. It didn’t look like Changmin wavered at all in his fucking, still steadily moving in and out of his mate’s body.
Yoochun removed his fingers and pulled Jaejoong up to his lap, turning him around at the same time. Their lips met in a desperate kiss that made Yoochun smile. Jaejoong was learning to control himself, to hold himself back and stretch the pleasure longer.
Shaking, Jaejoong whimpered into their kiss. Please, please, please. I … I …
Yoochun pulled away and licked at his mouth. He reached between them and stroked his cock with his slick hand. With the other hand he pulled Jaejoong closer. With a whimper, Jaejoong lowered his lips. He cried out as Yoochun’s erection swiped over his entrance.
Take it, love. Take it if you want it.
Oh, god, I want it. I want it.
Yoochun held himself secure and used his fingers to guide Jaejoong down on his cock. They both moaned as the head sucked into his body, and then Jaejoong took the rest with a gasp, slamming his hips down. Pleasure shot through Yoochun as the tightness. Jaejoong lifted his hips and then lowered them, settling into a steady pace right away. Yoochun’s eyes shut tight, fingers gripping into Jaejoong’s skin. He panted, feeling the rush of lust through them, around them.
God, Jaejoong, I love you. I love you so much.
Jaejoong’s mind was too blown to reply, but he whimpered and whined in submission. Yoochun shivered. With a hand on the back of his head, Yoochun directed Jaejoong’s mouth to his neck. The sudden pain of fangs in his neck faded with the surge of pleasure. Jaejoong sucked hard, riding Yoochun faster. Warmth splattered between them. Jaejoong’s entrance clenched around him, and Yoochun’s felt his orgasm rip through him. But Jaejoong didn’t stop, their orgasms spurring him on for more.
Yoochun wasn’t going to say no. He growled, wrapped his arms around Jaejoong and flipped them, spreading his wings for balance. Jaejoong landed on his back on the couch with a whimper. The couch was too small for this, so Yoochun grabbed behind Jaejoong’s knees and bent him in half. He thrust into him, but couldn’t quite-He grabbed the arm of the couch, by Jaejoong’s head and used it for leverage. That was better.
Jaejoong thrashed below him, whimpering as Yoochun took him violently. He went to his mate’s neck and bit down, shaking as blood filled his mouth and throat. He swallowed most of it, but kept a mouthful to share with Jaejoong in a bloody kiss.
Jaejoong’s body jerked with another orgasm, and Yoochun hummed low, claiming his mate with every thrust into his body. Fingers dug into his shoulders. Jaejoong’s pleasured voice filled his head and his ears. Their souls met in love and lust and Yoochun panted against Jaejoong’s lips. He lost his rhythm as pleasure jerked him. The power of his orgasm stopped his breath and froze his brain. He collapsed on top of his lover, body heaving with deep breaths as he pumped a second release into Jaejoong’s clenching body.
Part 22: Flights of Retreat
Part 20: Flights of Revenge
Part 19: Flights of Indecision
Part 18: Flights of Planning
Part 17: Flights of Feeding
An Interlude: Flights of HoHo | Part 16: Flights of Realization | Part 15: Flights of Distractions | Part 14: Flights of Battles | Part 13: Flights of Obstacles | Part 12: Flights of Uncertainty | Part 11: Flights of Understanding | Part 10: Flights of Control | 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, Junho/Yunho (implied Yunho/Changmin/Junsu) Many SuJu pairings
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 being secure and happy.
A/N: 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 21: Flights of Relaxation
Thick tension filled the bunker as the day rose. All of Changmin’s sensors were on the most sensitive setting, and he’d gone out to replace the ones the bombs had destroyed, and add more further out.
The Avixiary tried to relax. With so much blood in all of them, they should have been sleeping. Yoochun, as one of the oldest there, filled the room with calm. Heechul, Leeteuk, Kyuhyun, Shindong, Taeyang and TOP helped as well. The younger Avixiary like Chansung, Seungri, and Siwon did their best not to panic.
It didn’t help that Changmin was pacing, wings snapping in the small space. Junsu’s efforts to calm him down were rebuffed with a sharp look and sometimes a growl.
“Maybe we should tie him up,” Heechul muttered.
“Maybe we should put scars on your face,” Changmin snapped back.
Heechul narrowed his eyes. He opened his mouth to retort, but Leeteuk laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Come on, this is not helping,” Leeteuk said.
Changmin took a deep breath and turned back to the monitors. Yoochun decided that the worst part was not knowing. There was nothing to indicate that more humans would come. Changmin’s bombs had taken out all the radio equipment, all the electronics, in the human camp. Humans could show up at any moment.
He stood up, pulling Jaejoong and Junsu with him. Changmin spared them a glance and then turned away. Yoochun rolled his eyes.
Your mate is annoying, Yoochun said to Junsu.
Junsu laughed. Isn’t he though?
They headed down the hall to their room. Yoochun knocked lightly and they heard a grunt, telling them to come in.
Jaejoong clutched onto Yoochun’s shirt, staying behind him.
Yunho was awake, his hands trailing over Junho’s chest and stomach. Sometime since the last Yoochun had been in here, the sheets on the bed had been changed and the room was more or less clean.
“How is he?” Junsu asked, moving toward the bed.
Yunho growled, and Junsu stopped, and Yunho winced. “Sorry, Su-ah. I’m … I’m getting used to these overprotective feelings.
“It’s okay. I understand.”
“He’s doing all right,” Yunho said, smiling down at his sleeping mate.
Or not sleeping.
“I was before y’all woke me up,” he muttered and rolled into Yunho’s body.
“Sorry, love,” Yunho whispered, holding him more tightly.
Junsu laughed. “You’re so cute in love, Ho.”
Yunho’s angry glare turned to a bright smile and he kissed Junho’s forehead. “So what’s going on?” Yunho asked. “I can practically feel Changmin’s energy from here.”
While Yoochun started to explain, the three of them sat on the couch with Jaejoong in Yoochun’s lap.
“We’ll have to get someplace safe before his wings sprout,” Junsu said.
Yunho nodded and frowned. Junho lifted his head, smiled and their lips met for a moment before Junho yawned.
“I hate not having any energy,” Junho said.
“It’ll pass,” Jaejoong said. “Pretty soon, you’re going to be so insatiable that your cock won’t leave Yunho’s body for hours.”
Yoochun’s body flared with lust, remembering his mate begging and begging for more and more. Jaejoong smiled at him and Yoochun’s eyes blinked red. He growled and then leaned forward for a kiss. Junsu smacked the back of his head.
“Focus, Chunnie.”
Yoochun kissed Jaejoong anyway. “Sorry. Horny. There are too many Avixiary here.”
“No kidding,” Junsu said. He stretched. “I haven’t been properly tied up for what feels like days.”
Yoochun’s eyes widened and then he laughed. “Well, let’s change that.”
“What?”
“Changmin needs to calm down, and you need to be tied up.”
Yunho laughed at the glint in Junsu’s eyes. “Changmin might kill you all.”
Yoochun waved a hand at him. “We are leaving at dusk, so the two of you need to relax and rest as much as possible.”
“We will.”
“Come on.” Yoochun led the way out of the room. They went down the hall and into another room. Eunhyuk and Donghae were laying on the bed, legs and arms entwined. Daesung and Jiyong were curled up together on the couch.
“We need your room,” Yoochun said.
Eunhyuk looked up. “Why?”
“Calm Changmin down through sex. He needs it.”
“Not much else would make me agree to leaving, but having a calm Changmin would be nice,” Daesung said.
“Come on, baby,” Eunhyuk said, tugging on Donghae's wings, “Let’s go see if Hangeng is cooking food.”
The four of them left and Junsu jumped onto the bed with an excited noise.
“Horny bastard,” Yoochun said. “Get naked.” The sounds of Junsu undressing filled the room as Yoochun went through the dressers. He found the length of rope in a lower cabinet that also had lube and a cock ring.
Yoochun smirked. “Perfect. Put this on,” he said and tossed the cock ring to Junsu.
Junsu moaned. “Oh, god, I’m going to come just thinking about this.”
“Nope, not allowed. You have your feelings blocked from Changmin?”
“Duh.” Junsu slipped the cock ring onto his erection. He shivered as he stroked himself.
“He’s so sexy,” Jaejoong said.
“I think at this point, Changmin will kill me if I touch you,” Yoochun said, “so here, be useful.” The lube was next and Junsu eagerly snagged it from the air. He had it open and two slick fingers buried in his ass in a moment. His other hand stroked his cock and then rose and tweaked his nipples.
“How do you want this?” Yoochun asked.
Junsu thought about it for a moment and then nodded. “I hope the rope is long enough.” He climbed up on the bed, piling the pillows behind him. His wings spread, and then his arms. He gripped the headboard. Yoochun tied his wrist to it. Then Junsu smirked as he rolled his hips down, and lifted his legs until he was bent in half. “Knee.”
Yoochun looked at him curiously, and then saw what Junsu wanted. “You’re crazy, but okay.” He wrapped the rope around Junsu’s knee, and then pulled, stretching his body so his knee was almost touching the headboard.
Junsu moaned. “H-hurry. I can’t … I can’t keep him blocked for much longer.”
Yoochun laughed. “Around your neck.”
Junsu nodded. “Yes, but … yes, tight. Fuck.”
Yoochun wrapped the rope around his neck.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Jaejoong said, scrambling up on the bed.
Yoochun let the rope fall and watched as Jaejoong messed with it. His lower lip was dimpled by a fang and his eyes were half red. Yoochun tried to cool his urge to fuck his fate again.
“There,” Jaejoong said and moved away.
The rope formed a loose bow around Junsu’s neck, and Yoochun chuckled. “Good idea.”
“Hurry,” Junsu whined, cutting off a low rumble. “He’s … he’s …” Junsu suddenly shivered.
Yoochun took the rope and wrapped it around Junsu’s other knee, and then bound his other hand to the headboard. He sat back and enjoyed the view of Junsu’s stretched open, skin red with need and his hole shining and clenching with want.
What the hell is Junsu doing? Changmin demanded in Yoochun’s head.
It’s one of those 'you need to come see it to believe it' things.
He felt Changmin’s irritation, and then climbed off the bed. He went back to the couch and pulled his mate into his lap.
God, that’s … I want to be like that, Jaejoong whined.
Yoochun nodded and pictured Jaejoong like that, but covered in chocolate. Jaejoong whimpered.
The door opened.
“What the-“ Changmin broke off and Junsu keened in submission.
Changmin answered the sub-mate’s call and the door slammed and Changmin flew across the room. His fangs dug into Junsu’s shoulder, and his clothes ripped as he pulled them off. Junsu cried out his name.
Changmin tore himself away, leaving a speckled trail of blood on Junsu’s body. He gripped the stretched curve of Junsu’s thighs, spread him open more and thrust his cock into his body. Junsu screamed again. Their energy thrummed through the room as Changmin sped up. His wings spread, snapping roughly.
Jaejoong shivered in Yoochun’s lap. “Fuck me, Chunnie, please. Please.”
Yoochun smiled and pressed a kiss to Jaejoong’s cheek. “After watching this, there’s nothing I want more than you riding my cock.”
Jaejoong shivered. He sat up enough to pull his clothes off. Yoochun watched as his mate’s creamy skin was revealed. He settled his hands on Jaejoong’s hips and leaned forward enough to kiss his chest. He licked down to his stomach and then back up, sucking a nipple into his mouth for a moment. He let Jaejoong feel his fangs, but he didn't bite down.
Jaejoong whimpered.
“On your knees, love,” Yoochun whispered into his skin.
Jaejoong shivered and dropped to his knees. Yoochun unbuttoned his pants. Jaejoong wanted to undress him, he did, but he stopped himself from reaching to help. Yoochun wouldn’t have minded but if Jaejoong wanted to be ordered around, then Yoochun wasn’t going to say no to that. He slipped his pants off, and then his shirt. He stroked himself, watching Jaejoong’s eager eyes swirl with red.
“Suck on me,” he said, voice low and commanding.
Jaejoong shivered and reached for him.
“Did I say you could touch me? Use your mouth.”
Jaejoong licked his lips. His eyes darted up to Yoochun for a moment and then his mouth opened. Yoochun held his cock up. He moaned even before that red tongue touched the crown of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut as Jaejoong’s warm mouth closed around the head. He moaned, slouching further so Jaejoong coult take half his length at once, before pulling up, breathing and lowering his head for more. Yoochun settled a hand in Jaejoong’s hair, tugging lightly.
Through blurry red eyes he watched Changmin fuck Junsu, never wavering. The pleasure in his head burned, and Junsu’s moans barely permeated the lust.
A prick of pain touched the base of his cock and Yoochun pulled harshly on Jaejoong’s hair. “No fangs.”
Jaejoong whimpered, but his fangs retracted and he went back to sucking, taking Yoochun’s cock deep with every other trip down his throat.
Yoochun moaned. He loved watching Jaejoong’s lips spread around his erection. But he loved feeling Jaejoong’s body clench around his more.
“E-enough, love. E-enough.”
Jaejoong pouted, but with one last suck, let Yoochun’s cock fall from his mouth. Yoochun leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. “You are too good at that, my mate. Turn around.”
Jaejoong grinned and turned around. Yoochun pressed against his head, and with a whimper, Jaejoong lowered it to the floor, leaving his ass in the air. His wings spread. Yoochun trailed his fingers over them for a moment, and then picked up the lube. He covered his fingers thickly and then pressed two fingers into Jaejoong at once. Deep and all the way.
Jaejoong keened in submission, body shivering as he kept himself from thrusting back.
Yoochun crooned at him, running his other hand over his ass and up his spine while he fingerfucked him for a few seconds.
He also watched Changmin and Junsu.
Junsu’s skin was bright red. His muscles shivered from the strain of his position. It didn’t look like Changmin wavered at all in his fucking, still steadily moving in and out of his mate’s body.
Yoochun removed his fingers and pulled Jaejoong up to his lap, turning him around at the same time. Their lips met in a desperate kiss that made Yoochun smile. Jaejoong was learning to control himself, to hold himself back and stretch the pleasure longer.
Shaking, Jaejoong whimpered into their kiss. Please, please, please. I … I …
Yoochun pulled away and licked at his mouth. He reached between them and stroked his cock with his slick hand. With the other hand he pulled Jaejoong closer. With a whimper, Jaejoong lowered his lips. He cried out as Yoochun’s erection swiped over his entrance.
Take it, love. Take it if you want it.
Oh, god, I want it. I want it.
Yoochun held himself secure and used his fingers to guide Jaejoong down on his cock. They both moaned as the head sucked into his body, and then Jaejoong took the rest with a gasp, slamming his hips down. Pleasure shot through Yoochun as the tightness. Jaejoong lifted his hips and then lowered them, settling into a steady pace right away. Yoochun’s eyes shut tight, fingers gripping into Jaejoong’s skin. He panted, feeling the rush of lust through them, around them.
God, Jaejoong, I love you. I love you so much.
Jaejoong’s mind was too blown to reply, but he whimpered and whined in submission. Yoochun shivered. With a hand on the back of his head, Yoochun directed Jaejoong’s mouth to his neck. The sudden pain of fangs in his neck faded with the surge of pleasure. Jaejoong sucked hard, riding Yoochun faster. Warmth splattered between them. Jaejoong’s entrance clenched around him, and Yoochun’s felt his orgasm rip through him. But Jaejoong didn’t stop, their orgasms spurring him on for more.
Yoochun wasn’t going to say no. He growled, wrapped his arms around Jaejoong and flipped them, spreading his wings for balance. Jaejoong landed on his back on the couch with a whimper. The couch was too small for this, so Yoochun grabbed behind Jaejoong’s knees and bent him in half. He thrust into him, but couldn’t quite-He grabbed the arm of the couch, by Jaejoong’s head and used it for leverage. That was better.
Jaejoong thrashed below him, whimpering as Yoochun took him violently. He went to his mate’s neck and bit down, shaking as blood filled his mouth and throat. He swallowed most of it, but kept a mouthful to share with Jaejoong in a bloody kiss.
Jaejoong’s body jerked with another orgasm, and Yoochun hummed low, claiming his mate with every thrust into his body. Fingers dug into his shoulders. Jaejoong’s pleasured voice filled his head and his ears. Their souls met in love and lust and Yoochun panted against Jaejoong’s lips. He lost his rhythm as pleasure jerked him. The power of his orgasm stopped his breath and froze his brain. He collapsed on top of his lover, body heaving with deep breaths as he pumped a second release into Jaejoong’s clenching body.
Part 22: Flights of Retreat
Part 20: Flights of Revenge
Part 19: Flights of Indecision
Part 18: Flights of Planning
Part 17: Flights of Feeding
An Interlude: Flights of HoHo | Part 16: Flights of Realization | Part 15: Flights of Distractions | Part 14: Flights of Battles | Part 13: Flights of Obstacles | Part 12: Flights of Uncertainty | Part 11: Flights of Understanding | Part 10: Flights of Control | 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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