The List 6/7
Title: The List 6/7 This chapter contains voyeurism and public sex
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 ...
This fic will ONLY be 7 parts. It was only going to be 6, but I was feeling fluffy so I added this part to it.
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 6:
“Do you have plans tonight?” Yunho whispers, lips against Jaejoong’s ear. His hand is running up and down Jaejoong’s stomach, making it hard to think.
“Um, not that I’m aware of.”
“Go out with me,” Yunho says into the skin of his neck.
Jaejoong smiles and then pushes him away.
The morning light streaming in from the windows turns his tanned skin golden. His normally perfect hair stands out around his head.
“Now you ask me out?” Jaejoong says, running his hands through Yunho’s hair. His body is so pleasantly sore and wonderfully fucked.
Yunho returns the smile and then bites his lower lip. “I’m okay with hookups and random sex, but really, I’d rather not. I like you, Jaejoong.”
There are a thousand reasons for Jaejoong to say no, and at the top is the worry that Yunho thinks he can control Jaejoong outside of the bedroom. He frowns and bites his lower lip. Yunho moans and leans forward, sucking it into his mouth. Jaejoong wants to push him away again, but kissing Yunho is quickly becoming an addiction. His cock twitches between them, and he moans deeply, gripping Yunho’s back. He needs a shower, a cigarette and cup of coffee, but his legs spread and lift, wrap around Yunho’s body. With a tiny shift and bit of direction, Yunho pushes his cock into Jaejoong’s worn entrance.
Jaejoong sighs into the kiss as Yunho moves slowly. “And you want more than sex,” Jaejoong says against his lips.
Yunho smiles. “Sorry. Can’t help it.”
Jaejoong rolls his hips up with a moan. “Do you hear me complaining?”
A clink of a key in a lock is loud in the room. Yunho sighs and just before the door opens, throws a blanket over them. He keeps thrusting slowly.
“Oops. Sorry, guys,” Yoochun says, leaning against the door frame. MinSu are behind him.
Changmin crinkles his nose. “Smells like spunk.”
Junsu laughs and curls into his body. “So did you ten minutes ago.”
“Guys,” Jaejoong says, tilting his head back to look at them.
“I don’t mind them watching,” Yunho says, kissing his neck. “All they can see is the blanket moving anyway.”
Jaejoong’s cock pulses between them, and Yunho feels it and laughs.
“We’ll be gone in a second. I just needed to come grab my bag,” Yoochun says. “Are you two planning on fucking all day?”
Jaejoong smiles at Yunho and shakes his head. “No. He wants to take me out.”
“Ooh,” Junsu says, “didn’t know you were one for dating, Mister President.”
“When I find something worthy of my time and money, I am.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes. “You just made me sound like a hooker.”
The other three laugh, but Yunho frowns. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Jaejoong nods. “I know.” He leans up and kisses him, moaning as Yunho speeds up his thrusts.
“Maybe we won’t go get coffee,” Changmin says. “This is hot.”
Jaejoong tries to care, he really does, but then Yunho’s hand drops between them and grips his erection. He breaks away from the kiss and cries out, head jerking back. Yunho kisses his neck and down to his chest. Jaejoong feels the blanket slip. He kicks at the blanket, letting cooler air hit their heated skin.
Yunho gasps and speeds up, twisting his hand and Jaejoong’s orgasm closer.
“Fuck, Yunho,” Jaejoong whimpers, gripping his back, digging nails into the skin. He cries out, closing his mouth on Yunho’s shoulder. His body shakes, and his orgasm rips from him, body clamping down on Yunho as he adds to the mess between them.
Yunho’s thrusts stagger, and his lips meet Jaejoong’s roughly, stealing both their breaths as he shudders out his release into Jaejoong’s body.
A moment later, Jaejoong remembers their audience and blushes.
“I don’t know whether to applaud or jerk off,” Junsu says.
“Jerk me off,” Changmin replies.
Yoochun laughs. “No. You already had some this morning. Come on. Let’s leave the lovebirds alone.”
“You make me stupid,” Yunho whispers, lips against Jaejoong’s ear.
Jaejoong grins. “Same here.”
They kiss again, ignoring the other three as they leave. Yunho rocks his hips, and Jaejoong groans in anticipation.
“I’m not sure we’re going to make it out of bed to go on a date,” Yunho says.
Jaejoong grins. “Then fuck me harder.”
Yunho laughs. He pushes away, kneeling and grabs Jaejoong’s hips, flipping him over. After only a single spank, he spreads Jaejoong’s ass and thrusts back inside him.
Jaejoong moans, head pressed against the bed, and lets Yunho fuck another orgasm out of him.
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“No way. H.O.T. was way better than N’Sync could ever be. They could actually sing. And dance at the same time.”
“But their album sales-“
“It’s American music,” Jaejoong says, cutting Yunho off. “Of course, they’re going to sell more albums, but American music is substandard crap. Sales mean crap. It’s about talent.”
“Sales mean business, money. That’s how you measure success.”
“Are you saying that H.O.T wasn’t successful? They revolutionized Korean pop music!”
“They set a huge standard that following groups weren’t going to match. And the companies are now spending hundreds of thousands of millions of won to hit that level again when it’s going to be impossible!”
“Which is why I like SHINee. I think they can do it.”
Yunho sighs and leans back.
Jaejoong takes a victorious bite of ice cream and gives him a pointed look. “You’re such a fanboy. You try to hide it, Jung Yunho, but you perv over Taemin more than anyone else, I bet.”
His lips jerk in a smile. “You caught me.” He leans forward. “But I perv over you more. I mean, I get to actually touch you.”
“Do you?” Jaejoong ask, also leaning forward. He pops another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
“Yes. When you let me.”
Jaejoong smiles. “Should I let you now?”
Yunho looks around the ice cream shop. “No. That body is mine to see.”
“Is it?” Jaejoong asks, going for flippant, but his voice wavers.
Yunho smirks and leans back. “Oh, I’d say so.”
“In order to possess something you have to know how to take care of it.”
“Do I know how to take care of it?”
Jaejoong smiles and looks back at his ice cream. “You’re learning. But there’s more to it than my skin and my cock.”
“I know.”
Jaejoong sighs and finishes his ice cream without looking up at Yunho. There’s this awkwardness that he’s not used to, and he worries that their moments outside of the bedroom will always be like this.
Plastic touches his chin, and he lifts up under the direction of Yunho’s spoon.
“What?” Yunho asks.
“Noth-“
“I call bull shit.”
“I’m not going to talk about it here,” Jaejoong says, voice low.
“Okay. Then let’s take a walk.”
Jaejoong nods. He finishes the last few bites of his ice cream. Yunho takes his cup to the trash.
He leaves the shop without looking at Yunho, gnawing on his lower lip in uncertainty. Yunho is everything he wants sexually. They connect in the bedroom in a way that Jaejoong has only dreamed of. Outside, besides a common study program and similar taste in music, Jaejoong isn't sure there is more.
"May I hold your hand?" Yunho asks.
Jaejoong meets his eyes and lowers his gaze to Yunho's outstretched fingers. He smiles, and ;Jaejoong’s heart flutters. He entwines their fingers.
"So what is making those adorable lips pout in such an adorable way?" Yunho asks.
Jaejoong looks at the ground as they walk through the city, on their way back to campus. He organizes his thoughts before speaking.
"I'm not a slave," Jaejoong says. "I like being controlled and tied up in the bedroom but ... if you're a master looking for a slave, then... well, that's not me."
Yunho squeezes his hand. "I didn't think you were. I would not have said no if you wanted that, but I like the independent side of you."
Jaejoong smiles.
Yunho puts his arm around Jaejoong's shoulder and pulls him close. Jaejoong wraps his arm around Yunho's waist and leans his head on Yunho's shoulder.
"And besides," Yunho says, "I like taking a feisty, arrogant beauty and turning them into a whimpering mess."
Jaejoong laughs, and whatever awkwardness lay between them evaporates.
The sun throws red streams of light over the campus buildings as they come closer. Jaejoong expects Yunho to let him go, in case someone sees them so close, but he doesn’t.
“Do you have any homework due tomorrow that you have to work on?” Yunho asks.
“No. Nothing due until Monday.”
“Good.” Yunho steers them away from the dorms. Jaejoong wonders where they’re going and then decides he doesn’t care. Anywhere with Yunho is good enough. And even though he spent all day with Yunho, he has no desire to leave him.
Their date lasted all day. They ate lunch (after they finally managed to get out of bed) at a sandwich shop, followed by a walk in the park with iced-coffees. They stopped at the edge of the creek and put their feet in the water. Jaejoong laid his head in Yunho’s lap. Being in public meant there were no kisses, but Jaejoong caught Yunho staring at his lips pretty often. They went to dinner, and then the ice cream shop.
Jaejoong can’t remember the last time he talked so much or connected so well with someone. His heart is already in this, and with the way Yunho is holding him, Jaejoong can only hope that Yunho’s is too.
They walk for a few more minutes, and then Yunho takes his hand and leads him down a small sidewalk between two buildings. It’s nowhere that Jaejoong has been before. It’s dark, shadowy and cool. Jaejoong’s heart flutters in anticipation. Yunho pulls him off the walkway and pushes him against the building.
Jaejoong’s breath leaves him, and he whimpers, feeling Yunho’s body heat against his.
“I have gone enough hours without tasting your lips,” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong tilts his head, waiting for the kiss that never comes. Yunho’s breath is warm on his lips.
“Yunnie,” Jaejoong begs, “kiss me.”
Yunho licks Jaejoong’s lips.
Jaejoong gasps, mouth opening as he tries to close the distance between them. Yunho chuckles and moves away.
“Fuck you,” Jaejoong snaps. He reaches up, grips Yunho’s hair and yanks him down for a deep kiss.
Yunho moans, arms wrapping around Jaejoong’s waist. Jaejoong only has control of the kiss for a few seconds, and then Yunho takes over. Jaejoong lets him, opening his mouth for Yunho’s eager tongue. His moans wrap around them, encase them, and then he whimpers as Yunho presses his erection against Jaejoong’s side.
“Want you, right now,” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong meeps, and then his protest dies as Yunho unbuckles his belt. He splays his hand against the cool skin of Jaejoong’s stomach, just above his boxers. And just like that, the sweet moment in the dark turns wicked and forbidden. Jaejoong’s skin frills from the thrill of it.
“This isn’t like the study room,” Yunho whispers. His fingers inch below the band. Heat spreads through Jaejoong’s skin. “Anyone can see us.”
His eyes shut, his head falls back to the brick wall. A tiny whimper escapes his lips. “You want me, master, take me.”
Yunho growls. He grabs Jaejoong's erection and pushes his jeans and boxers down with his other hand.
Jaejoong bites his lip against a cry of surprise as Yunho drops to his knees.
He’s still growling when his tongue touches the tip of Jaejoong’s cock. Jaejoong bites his fist, trying to hold in his moans, and grips Yunho’s hair with his other hand. Yunho hums, taking all of Jaejoong down his throat.
Yunho lowers his pants, past his knees. Warm fingers squeeze his balls for a moment and then tug down. Jaejoong takes the quiet hint and bends his knees. Yunho hums in approval and his fingertips slide over Jaejoong’s entrance. A single digit pushes in, dry, and Jaejoong whines from the scrape. Yunho doesn’t stop, pushing deeper and deeper. The pain is nothing compared to what Yunho has put him through, but it’s so raw and dirty that Jaejoong begs for him to stop, wait, anything to relieve the sting.
Jaejoong isn’t surprised that Yunho ignores him, pushing in a second finger, so in retaliation, Jaejoong pulls his hair.
Yunho bites his cock, and Jaejoong sags against the wall, unable to stop his scream.
“Bad, pet.”
“M-master,” Jaejoong says, whimpering in apology.
The fingers return to his body, slick with spit, and Jaejoong moans in appreciation. He pushes back against the wall, using that support as Yunho’s fingers abuse his prostate. He slides down the wall, scraping up his back. His knees shake.
Yunho adds a third finger and speeds up, sucking Jaejoong faster.
Jaejoong whimpers, hoping this isn’t one of those ‘a cock ring appears and cuts off his orgasm’ moments. He hates it when Yunho does that to him. His orgasm is waving through him, teasing as Yunho slows his ministrations.
Yunho’s lips press against the slick crown of his cock and he murmurs, “I want to fuck you,” low, desperate.
Jaejoong gasps, eyes flying open. The alley is dark, too dark to see down, and god, he wants Yunho to fuck him. He pushes at Yunho’s shoulder until the other sits back on his feet.
“F-fuck me. Fuck me, please,” Jaejoong whispers.
Yunho smiles, teeth practically glinting in the dark.
Jaejoong drops to his knees and falls into Yunho, still begging with little whimpers. Yunho cups his ass and squeezes.
“Turn around, hands and knees.”
Jaejoong is shaking, shivers, mewling, whimpering as he obeys, kneeling in the rough rocks. The bush next to him scrapes against his shoulder.
Yunho grips his ass, spreading him open. His cock prods at Jaejoong’s entrance, slipping past the loosened ring of muscle only once and then withdrawing.
“M-master, please!” Jaejoong gasps.
Yunho pushes on his neck and Jaejoong lets his elbows bend and cradles his head in his arms. Yunho’s hands run up and down his back, under this shirt, scratching and marking up his already bruised skin. Jaejoong wonders if he’ll ever be completely healed ever again, and hopes not. Yunho’s abuse has quickly become a necessary addiction.
With little warning, Yunho thrusts into him. Jaejoong bites his arm, muffling his cry. Yunho moves fast, quick and forceful, in and out. The slap of skin echoes between the buildings. Jaejoong’s mind is mush instantly, only concentrating on the pain and pleasure warring through him. His orgasm is quick, and he slips a hand to his cock, stroking himself only three times before he freezes. His mouth forms Yunho’s name, but his cry is silent. He shudders and jerks, spraying come over the rocks beneath him.
Behind him, Yunho’s breathing changes, and Jaejoong’s name slips from his throat in a harsh, disbelieving whisper. Jaejoong’s body twitches, and he whimpers when Yunho speeds up, hands gripping Jaejoong’s hips.
A moment later, Yunho’s body is gone, and Jaejoong’s entrance clenches at air. Warmth splatters over his back, soaking into his shirt.
“There,” Yunho says, huffing. “Now between here and your dorm, everyone that sees us will know you’re mine.”
Jaejoong scowls, but only because Yunho can’t see him. This is one of his favorite shirts.
Hands hook under his shoulder and jerk him up. Yunho hadn’t come inside him, but something warm drips down his thighs. He shudders again, thinking of his body so torn that it’s bleeding. Yunho kisses him suddenly, and his body is shoved against the wall again. Jaejoong’s head hurts, and his body aches and he just wants to sleep. His arms hook weakly around Yunho’s neck.
“Sleep with me,” Jaejoong whispers, wincing as Yunho yanks his clothes back into proper order.
Yunho smiles. “That’s not a good idea.”
“W-why not?” Jaejoong’s heart feels like it’s shattering, used and dirty.
“Remember last night? How much did we actually sleep? And the night before? Being in the same bed with you does not produce good, quality sleep.”
Jaejoong smiles in relief. “Being with you is worth it. I love having sex with you, Yunho, but I love it when you hold me more.”
Yunho’s arms wrap around him and pull him close. “Like this?”
“Like any way. Just … just being in your arms is … god, I sound like a girl.”
Yunho chuckles. “I love having you in my arms.”
“Then sleep with me.”
“Okay. Your bed or mine?”
“Um, don’t know. Hang on.” He leans away far enough to grab his phone from his pocket to call Yoochun.
When Yoochun answers, his hello is more breathing and less talking.
“I take it you’re busy.”
“Oh, fuck, yes, Changmin! Shit!”
Jaejoong smiles. “Are you in our room?”
“Nnghngh yes, harder! Fuck.”
Another voice takes over. “Jae?”
“Hey, Su-ah, what are you doing to my best friend?”
“Oh, the little slut wanted both of us, so Changmin is fucking him hard and shoving fingers inside of him in preparation.”
“Sounds sexy. Where are you guys at?”
“Planning on coming home with the Kink Machine?”
Jaejoong laughs. “Yes, actually.”
“Well, you better not. We won’t be done with Yoochun for a long time.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow. Have fun.” He disconnects the call. “My room is occupied by a slutty bottom about to be double penetrated.”
“Then we should definitely go there and watch.”
“I thought you wanted to sleep.”
Yunho snorts. “Sleep or sex? Gee. Such a decision.”
Jaejoong smiles and wraps his arms around Yunho’s neck again. Their lips meet. “Let’s go to bed,” he whispers, “and whatever happens when we get there happens.”
Part 7: The Rope
Part 5: The Skirt
Part 4: The Study Room
Part 3: The Vibrators
Part 2: The Blindfold
Part 1: The Cock Ring
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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 ...
This fic will ONLY be 7 parts. It was only going to be 6, but I was feeling fluffy so I added this part to it.
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 6:
“Do you have plans tonight?” Yunho whispers, lips against Jaejoong’s ear. His hand is running up and down Jaejoong’s stomach, making it hard to think.
“Um, not that I’m aware of.”
“Go out with me,” Yunho says into the skin of his neck.
Jaejoong smiles and then pushes him away.
The morning light streaming in from the windows turns his tanned skin golden. His normally perfect hair stands out around his head.
“Now you ask me out?” Jaejoong says, running his hands through Yunho’s hair. His body is so pleasantly sore and wonderfully fucked.
Yunho returns the smile and then bites his lower lip. “I’m okay with hookups and random sex, but really, I’d rather not. I like you, Jaejoong.”
There are a thousand reasons for Jaejoong to say no, and at the top is the worry that Yunho thinks he can control Jaejoong outside of the bedroom. He frowns and bites his lower lip. Yunho moans and leans forward, sucking it into his mouth. Jaejoong wants to push him away again, but kissing Yunho is quickly becoming an addiction. His cock twitches between them, and he moans deeply, gripping Yunho’s back. He needs a shower, a cigarette and cup of coffee, but his legs spread and lift, wrap around Yunho’s body. With a tiny shift and bit of direction, Yunho pushes his cock into Jaejoong’s worn entrance.
Jaejoong sighs into the kiss as Yunho moves slowly. “And you want more than sex,” Jaejoong says against his lips.
Yunho smiles. “Sorry. Can’t help it.”
Jaejoong rolls his hips up with a moan. “Do you hear me complaining?”
A clink of a key in a lock is loud in the room. Yunho sighs and just before the door opens, throws a blanket over them. He keeps thrusting slowly.
“Oops. Sorry, guys,” Yoochun says, leaning against the door frame. MinSu are behind him.
Changmin crinkles his nose. “Smells like spunk.”
Junsu laughs and curls into his body. “So did you ten minutes ago.”
“Guys,” Jaejoong says, tilting his head back to look at them.
“I don’t mind them watching,” Yunho says, kissing his neck. “All they can see is the blanket moving anyway.”
Jaejoong’s cock pulses between them, and Yunho feels it and laughs.
“We’ll be gone in a second. I just needed to come grab my bag,” Yoochun says. “Are you two planning on fucking all day?”
Jaejoong smiles at Yunho and shakes his head. “No. He wants to take me out.”
“Ooh,” Junsu says, “didn’t know you were one for dating, Mister President.”
“When I find something worthy of my time and money, I am.”
Jaejoong rolls his eyes. “You just made me sound like a hooker.”
The other three laugh, but Yunho frowns. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
Jaejoong nods. “I know.” He leans up and kisses him, moaning as Yunho speeds up his thrusts.
“Maybe we won’t go get coffee,” Changmin says. “This is hot.”
Jaejoong tries to care, he really does, but then Yunho’s hand drops between them and grips his erection. He breaks away from the kiss and cries out, head jerking back. Yunho kisses his neck and down to his chest. Jaejoong feels the blanket slip. He kicks at the blanket, letting cooler air hit their heated skin.
Yunho gasps and speeds up, twisting his hand and Jaejoong’s orgasm closer.
“Fuck, Yunho,” Jaejoong whimpers, gripping his back, digging nails into the skin. He cries out, closing his mouth on Yunho’s shoulder. His body shakes, and his orgasm rips from him, body clamping down on Yunho as he adds to the mess between them.
Yunho’s thrusts stagger, and his lips meet Jaejoong’s roughly, stealing both their breaths as he shudders out his release into Jaejoong’s body.
A moment later, Jaejoong remembers their audience and blushes.
“I don’t know whether to applaud or jerk off,” Junsu says.
“Jerk me off,” Changmin replies.
Yoochun laughs. “No. You already had some this morning. Come on. Let’s leave the lovebirds alone.”
“You make me stupid,” Yunho whispers, lips against Jaejoong’s ear.
Jaejoong grins. “Same here.”
They kiss again, ignoring the other three as they leave. Yunho rocks his hips, and Jaejoong groans in anticipation.
“I’m not sure we’re going to make it out of bed to go on a date,” Yunho says.
Jaejoong grins. “Then fuck me harder.”
Yunho laughs. He pushes away, kneeling and grabs Jaejoong’s hips, flipping him over. After only a single spank, he spreads Jaejoong’s ass and thrusts back inside him.
Jaejoong moans, head pressed against the bed, and lets Yunho fuck another orgasm out of him.
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“No way. H.O.T. was way better than N’Sync could ever be. They could actually sing. And dance at the same time.”
“But their album sales-“
“It’s American music,” Jaejoong says, cutting Yunho off. “Of course, they’re going to sell more albums, but American music is substandard crap. Sales mean crap. It’s about talent.”
“Sales mean business, money. That’s how you measure success.”
“Are you saying that H.O.T wasn’t successful? They revolutionized Korean pop music!”
“They set a huge standard that following groups weren’t going to match. And the companies are now spending hundreds of thousands of millions of won to hit that level again when it’s going to be impossible!”
“Which is why I like SHINee. I think they can do it.”
Yunho sighs and leans back.
Jaejoong takes a victorious bite of ice cream and gives him a pointed look. “You’re such a fanboy. You try to hide it, Jung Yunho, but you perv over Taemin more than anyone else, I bet.”
His lips jerk in a smile. “You caught me.” He leans forward. “But I perv over you more. I mean, I get to actually touch you.”
“Do you?” Jaejoong ask, also leaning forward. He pops another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
“Yes. When you let me.”
Jaejoong smiles. “Should I let you now?”
Yunho looks around the ice cream shop. “No. That body is mine to see.”
“Is it?” Jaejoong asks, going for flippant, but his voice wavers.
Yunho smirks and leans back. “Oh, I’d say so.”
“In order to possess something you have to know how to take care of it.”
“Do I know how to take care of it?”
Jaejoong smiles and looks back at his ice cream. “You’re learning. But there’s more to it than my skin and my cock.”
“I know.”
Jaejoong sighs and finishes his ice cream without looking up at Yunho. There’s this awkwardness that he’s not used to, and he worries that their moments outside of the bedroom will always be like this.
Plastic touches his chin, and he lifts up under the direction of Yunho’s spoon.
“What?” Yunho asks.
“Noth-“
“I call bull shit.”
“I’m not going to talk about it here,” Jaejoong says, voice low.
“Okay. Then let’s take a walk.”
Jaejoong nods. He finishes the last few bites of his ice cream. Yunho takes his cup to the trash.
He leaves the shop without looking at Yunho, gnawing on his lower lip in uncertainty. Yunho is everything he wants sexually. They connect in the bedroom in a way that Jaejoong has only dreamed of. Outside, besides a common study program and similar taste in music, Jaejoong isn't sure there is more.
"May I hold your hand?" Yunho asks.
Jaejoong meets his eyes and lowers his gaze to Yunho's outstretched fingers. He smiles, and ;Jaejoong’s heart flutters. He entwines their fingers.
"So what is making those adorable lips pout in such an adorable way?" Yunho asks.
Jaejoong looks at the ground as they walk through the city, on their way back to campus. He organizes his thoughts before speaking.
"I'm not a slave," Jaejoong says. "I like being controlled and tied up in the bedroom but ... if you're a master looking for a slave, then... well, that's not me."
Yunho squeezes his hand. "I didn't think you were. I would not have said no if you wanted that, but I like the independent side of you."
Jaejoong smiles.
Yunho puts his arm around Jaejoong's shoulder and pulls him close. Jaejoong wraps his arm around Yunho's waist and leans his head on Yunho's shoulder.
"And besides," Yunho says, "I like taking a feisty, arrogant beauty and turning them into a whimpering mess."
Jaejoong laughs, and whatever awkwardness lay between them evaporates.
The sun throws red streams of light over the campus buildings as they come closer. Jaejoong expects Yunho to let him go, in case someone sees them so close, but he doesn’t.
“Do you have any homework due tomorrow that you have to work on?” Yunho asks.
“No. Nothing due until Monday.”
“Good.” Yunho steers them away from the dorms. Jaejoong wonders where they’re going and then decides he doesn’t care. Anywhere with Yunho is good enough. And even though he spent all day with Yunho, he has no desire to leave him.
Their date lasted all day. They ate lunch (after they finally managed to get out of bed) at a sandwich shop, followed by a walk in the park with iced-coffees. They stopped at the edge of the creek and put their feet in the water. Jaejoong laid his head in Yunho’s lap. Being in public meant there were no kisses, but Jaejoong caught Yunho staring at his lips pretty often. They went to dinner, and then the ice cream shop.
Jaejoong can’t remember the last time he talked so much or connected so well with someone. His heart is already in this, and with the way Yunho is holding him, Jaejoong can only hope that Yunho’s is too.
They walk for a few more minutes, and then Yunho takes his hand and leads him down a small sidewalk between two buildings. It’s nowhere that Jaejoong has been before. It’s dark, shadowy and cool. Jaejoong’s heart flutters in anticipation. Yunho pulls him off the walkway and pushes him against the building.
Jaejoong’s breath leaves him, and he whimpers, feeling Yunho’s body heat against his.
“I have gone enough hours without tasting your lips,” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong tilts his head, waiting for the kiss that never comes. Yunho’s breath is warm on his lips.
“Yunnie,” Jaejoong begs, “kiss me.”
Yunho licks Jaejoong’s lips.
Jaejoong gasps, mouth opening as he tries to close the distance between them. Yunho chuckles and moves away.
“Fuck you,” Jaejoong snaps. He reaches up, grips Yunho’s hair and yanks him down for a deep kiss.
Yunho moans, arms wrapping around Jaejoong’s waist. Jaejoong only has control of the kiss for a few seconds, and then Yunho takes over. Jaejoong lets him, opening his mouth for Yunho’s eager tongue. His moans wrap around them, encase them, and then he whimpers as Yunho presses his erection against Jaejoong’s side.
“Want you, right now,” Yunho whispers.
Jaejoong meeps, and then his protest dies as Yunho unbuckles his belt. He splays his hand against the cool skin of Jaejoong’s stomach, just above his boxers. And just like that, the sweet moment in the dark turns wicked and forbidden. Jaejoong’s skin frills from the thrill of it.
“This isn’t like the study room,” Yunho whispers. His fingers inch below the band. Heat spreads through Jaejoong’s skin. “Anyone can see us.”
His eyes shut, his head falls back to the brick wall. A tiny whimper escapes his lips. “You want me, master, take me.”
Yunho growls. He grabs Jaejoong's erection and pushes his jeans and boxers down with his other hand.
Jaejoong bites his lip against a cry of surprise as Yunho drops to his knees.
He’s still growling when his tongue touches the tip of Jaejoong’s cock. Jaejoong bites his fist, trying to hold in his moans, and grips Yunho’s hair with his other hand. Yunho hums, taking all of Jaejoong down his throat.
Yunho lowers his pants, past his knees. Warm fingers squeeze his balls for a moment and then tug down. Jaejoong takes the quiet hint and bends his knees. Yunho hums in approval and his fingertips slide over Jaejoong’s entrance. A single digit pushes in, dry, and Jaejoong whines from the scrape. Yunho doesn’t stop, pushing deeper and deeper. The pain is nothing compared to what Yunho has put him through, but it’s so raw and dirty that Jaejoong begs for him to stop, wait, anything to relieve the sting.
Jaejoong isn’t surprised that Yunho ignores him, pushing in a second finger, so in retaliation, Jaejoong pulls his hair.
Yunho bites his cock, and Jaejoong sags against the wall, unable to stop his scream.
“Bad, pet.”
“M-master,” Jaejoong says, whimpering in apology.
The fingers return to his body, slick with spit, and Jaejoong moans in appreciation. He pushes back against the wall, using that support as Yunho’s fingers abuse his prostate. He slides down the wall, scraping up his back. His knees shake.
Yunho adds a third finger and speeds up, sucking Jaejoong faster.
Jaejoong whimpers, hoping this isn’t one of those ‘a cock ring appears and cuts off his orgasm’ moments. He hates it when Yunho does that to him. His orgasm is waving through him, teasing as Yunho slows his ministrations.
Yunho’s lips press against the slick crown of his cock and he murmurs, “I want to fuck you,” low, desperate.
Jaejoong gasps, eyes flying open. The alley is dark, too dark to see down, and god, he wants Yunho to fuck him. He pushes at Yunho’s shoulder until the other sits back on his feet.
“F-fuck me. Fuck me, please,” Jaejoong whispers.
Yunho smiles, teeth practically glinting in the dark.
Jaejoong drops to his knees and falls into Yunho, still begging with little whimpers. Yunho cups his ass and squeezes.
“Turn around, hands and knees.”
Jaejoong is shaking, shivers, mewling, whimpering as he obeys, kneeling in the rough rocks. The bush next to him scrapes against his shoulder.
Yunho grips his ass, spreading him open. His cock prods at Jaejoong’s entrance, slipping past the loosened ring of muscle only once and then withdrawing.
“M-master, please!” Jaejoong gasps.
Yunho pushes on his neck and Jaejoong lets his elbows bend and cradles his head in his arms. Yunho’s hands run up and down his back, under this shirt, scratching and marking up his already bruised skin. Jaejoong wonders if he’ll ever be completely healed ever again, and hopes not. Yunho’s abuse has quickly become a necessary addiction.
With little warning, Yunho thrusts into him. Jaejoong bites his arm, muffling his cry. Yunho moves fast, quick and forceful, in and out. The slap of skin echoes between the buildings. Jaejoong’s mind is mush instantly, only concentrating on the pain and pleasure warring through him. His orgasm is quick, and he slips a hand to his cock, stroking himself only three times before he freezes. His mouth forms Yunho’s name, but his cry is silent. He shudders and jerks, spraying come over the rocks beneath him.
Behind him, Yunho’s breathing changes, and Jaejoong’s name slips from his throat in a harsh, disbelieving whisper. Jaejoong’s body twitches, and he whimpers when Yunho speeds up, hands gripping Jaejoong’s hips.
A moment later, Yunho’s body is gone, and Jaejoong’s entrance clenches at air. Warmth splatters over his back, soaking into his shirt.
“There,” Yunho says, huffing. “Now between here and your dorm, everyone that sees us will know you’re mine.”
Jaejoong scowls, but only because Yunho can’t see him. This is one of his favorite shirts.
Hands hook under his shoulder and jerk him up. Yunho hadn’t come inside him, but something warm drips down his thighs. He shudders again, thinking of his body so torn that it’s bleeding. Yunho kisses him suddenly, and his body is shoved against the wall again. Jaejoong’s head hurts, and his body aches and he just wants to sleep. His arms hook weakly around Yunho’s neck.
“Sleep with me,” Jaejoong whispers, wincing as Yunho yanks his clothes back into proper order.
Yunho smiles. “That’s not a good idea.”
“W-why not?” Jaejoong’s heart feels like it’s shattering, used and dirty.
“Remember last night? How much did we actually sleep? And the night before? Being in the same bed with you does not produce good, quality sleep.”
Jaejoong smiles in relief. “Being with you is worth it. I love having sex with you, Yunho, but I love it when you hold me more.”
Yunho’s arms wrap around him and pull him close. “Like this?”
“Like any way. Just … just being in your arms is … god, I sound like a girl.”
Yunho chuckles. “I love having you in my arms.”
“Then sleep with me.”
“Okay. Your bed or mine?”
“Um, don’t know. Hang on.” He leans away far enough to grab his phone from his pocket to call Yoochun.
When Yoochun answers, his hello is more breathing and less talking.
“I take it you’re busy.”
“Oh, fuck, yes, Changmin! Shit!”
Jaejoong smiles. “Are you in our room?”
“Nnghngh yes, harder! Fuck.”
Another voice takes over. “Jae?”
“Hey, Su-ah, what are you doing to my best friend?”
“Oh, the little slut wanted both of us, so Changmin is fucking him hard and shoving fingers inside of him in preparation.”
“Sounds sexy. Where are you guys at?”
“Planning on coming home with the Kink Machine?”
Jaejoong laughs. “Yes, actually.”
“Well, you better not. We won’t be done with Yoochun for a long time.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow. Have fun.” He disconnects the call. “My room is occupied by a slutty bottom about to be double penetrated.”
“Then we should definitely go there and watch.”
“I thought you wanted to sleep.”
Yunho snorts. “Sleep or sex? Gee. Such a decision.”
Jaejoong smiles and wraps his arms around Yunho’s neck again. Their lips meet. “Let’s go to bed,” he whispers, “and whatever happens when we get there happens.”
Part 7: The Rope
Part 5: The Skirt
Part 4: The Study Room
Part 3: The Vibrators
Part 2: The Blindfold
Part 1: The Cock Ring
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