No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 17/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 17/?
Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: Yoochun/Jaejoong, minor!Kouyou/Changmin, implied!Changmin/Sooyoung (HET), minor!Changmin/Jaejoong
Part 17: Conflicts of Interest
“Is Kouyou okay?” Jaejoong whispered as soon as Yoochun disconnected the call.
“Yes. Changmin is still with him and says that they’re about to go to bed.”
“Good. He needs someone in bed with him tonight.”
“They aren’t going to fuck,” Yoochun said.
“A bed isn’t only used for fucking,” Jaejoong said with a smile.
Yoochun tilted his head and then walked slowly toward Jaejoong, hunger in his eyes. He was sitting on the bed, looking beautiful in the dim light. He’d changed into white pants and a blue hoody almost as soon as they got back to the office, but barely zipped the damn thing up.
Yoochun had been having impure thoughts about Jaejoong’s pec muscles ever since, but he had to think of his employees first, especially after Shige. Neither one of them would have slept without knowing where they all were.
Then again, with the way Jaejoong was smirking at him, Yoochun doubted they were going to sleep anyway. They hadn’t had sex all day, Yoochun couldn’t remember the last time he went more than a day without some kind of release from Jaejoong’s attentions.
Jaejoong leaned back on his hands, legs spreading.
“Someone,” Yoochun whispered, using Jaejoong’s knees to lower himself to the ground, “once told me that the only thing a bed is good for is fucking.”
“Who told you such a lie?” Jaejoong said with a laugh.
Yoochun opened his mouth and ran his tongue up the exposed skin of Jaejoong’s chest, right up his breast bone to the dip at the base of his throat. Jaejoong moaned head tilting back. Yoochun smiled and then pulled up enough to breathe against Jaejoong’s lips.
“The most beautiful man in the world told me that,” Yoochun said, “a man I love more than life, a man I would be willing to follow to the depths of hell.”
“Which is probably where he belongs.”
Yoochun lightly licked Jaejoong’s lower lip. “The devil can’t have you. Not until I’m through with you, and then he’ll have to pry you away from me.”
“Pry your dick out of my ass, you mean.”
“Yes, if I can get it there.”
Jaejoong laughed and tilted his head back. Yoochun licked down his neck and back down his chest. He gripped the metal tab in his teeth and slowly lowered the zipper on the hoody. He used his hands to open it, curling his fingers around Jaejoong’s hips.
Jaejoong sighed and fell to his elbows, hips rising. Yoochun thought of making him wait for only a moment and then decided he’d much rather have Jaejoong naked. He hooked his hands at the band of the pants and pulled them down. Jaejoong lay flat on the bed, legs stretched out, so Yoochun could pull the pants off and toss them somewhere out of his way. He sat back on his feet, ran his hands up Jaejoong’s smooth legs, fingertips teasing his balls, and appreciated the beauty that was Kim Jaejoong.
“You’re beautiful.” Yoochun didn’t have to see his face to know that Jaejoong was smiling.
Yoochun kissed the inside of his knee, ran his hand up the inside of his thigh. “Every single piece of your skin is beautiful.” He moved his lips up Jaejoong’s leg, not really kissing, just dragging them over the smooth skin. He placed his hand on the edge of the bed for leverage and went higher, over his hip bone and to just below his ribs. His t-shirt snagged on Jaejoong’s erection, and finally, his beauty moved.
He gripped Yoochun’s shirt and tugged on it with a whimper.
Yoochun met his eyes and smiled. “You want that off me?”
Jaejoong nodded, pouting. “Please, Chunnie-ah.”
Yoochun smirked and stood up, Jaejoong’s legs between his. He leaned his knees on the edge of the bed, more or less trapping Jaejoong, before pulling the shirt over his head quickly. He trailed the soft material up and down Jaejoong’s body.
“Chunnie-ah, please.”
Yoochun chuckled and tossed the shirt away. He jerked back and unbuttoned his jeans, pausing with his hands on the zipper. Jaejoong had lifted his legs from the floor, spread them and gripped behind his knees. That wasn’t surprising, but the bright blue base of a butt plug nestled in his ass was.
“Jae-baby.”
Jaejoong bit his lower lip and laughed. “Come and fuck me. I knew you’d want to do this all slow and sweet, but I want you hard and I want you now.”
Yoochun shook his head, but smiled and finished stripping. If Jaejoong had shoved that inside him when he changed, that meant the plug had been there for almost three hours. He kneeled and gripped Jaejoong’s inner thighs, spreading and massaging his ass. Jaejoong moaned, entrance clenching around the toy. Yoochun leaned forward and licked around the rim of his channel, pushing the toy in deeper. Jaejoong whimpered.
“Don’t know why you thought this would make me hurry,” Yoochun muttered. “You just gave me another toy to play with.”
“Oh fuck you,” Jaejoong said, voice breathy
Yoochun smiled and continued licking. He spread his fingers, framing his stretched opening, and licked all around the rim, over and over, until it was quivering and Jaejoong’s legs were shaking. He paused only a few times to suck Jaejoong’s balls into his mouth and tease them with his tongue.
Fingers gripped his hair and pulled, but Yoochun ignored them. Pain danced down his spine and Yoochun’s eyes shut. His own neglected erection jerked.
“I hate it when you don’t give me what I want,” Jaejoong growled.
Yoochun smiled against Jaejoong’s inner thigh. “When are you going to understand that I always know what you want?” He pressed more kisses to the smooth skin, lips dancing over the quivering muscles.
“Yoochun, god, please.”
Yoochun shivered at the desperation in Jaejoong’s voice and let himself be pulled up. He stuck his tongue out, trialing it up Jaejoong’s cock. Jaejoong whimpered again, yanked hard and Yoochun’s breath left him at the pain in his skull.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong gasped just before their lips met. He devoured Yoochun’s mouth, arched his body into Yoochun’s, dying for friction on his erection. Yoochun thought of moving away, teasing more, but Jaejoong’s mouth tasted too sweet and his body was hot and begging in a way that Jaejoong couldn’t because his tongue was busy fighting with Yoochun’s.
But even with the sounds muffled, Yoochun knew he was muttering, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
Yoochun shivered and forced his hand under Jaejoong’s body. He pulled and they rolled and Jaejoong pushed him to the bed. Their lips broke apart with a wet smack and Jaejoong climbed on top of him, knees at his hips. The blue hoody hung skewed off his shoulders. He gripped Yoochun’s chest and rubbed his ass on Yoochun’s erection.
“I can’t fuck you when you have a plug in your ass.”
Jaejoong’s eyes snapped open and he smirked. “Want to see if you can?”
Yoochun chuckled. “No. I want you.”
“God, I want you.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut at the breathless declaration. Jaejoong lifted his ass, reached behind him and teased his body with the plug before finally yanking it out. It landed on the floor with a clunk.
Jaejoong grabbed Yoochun’s erection, stroked it twice and then held it up. Yoochun put his hands on Jaejoong’s hips and held his breath for that moment. And as that moment never came, Yoochun decided that Jaejoong knew him too well and had too much fun playing with him.
Yoochun growled, lifted his hips harshly and then moaned as his dick slipped right into Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong moaned and both hands were on Yoochun’s chest again as he twisted his hips and lowered his body and settled with Yoochun’s cock all the way in his ass. He took a single breath, and Yoochun had a single moment to appreciate Jaejoong’s beauty, in the moment of relaxation, that moment of suspense, and then Jaejoong moved, a slow lift off and a quick down, slapping his body against Yoochun’s.
Yoochun shut his eyes with a whimper and Jaejoong did it again, and then again, settling into a rhythmic pattern that had Yoochun’s head swimming and his mouth open in a pleasure-filled-fantastic-ohmygodyesdothatharder-moan.
Jaejoong’s tongue swiped over his lower lip, head back, eyes shut with pleasure. It took all of Yoochun’s energy to watch him, to not shut his eyes as Jaejoong sped up, whimpering his name.
Yoochun grabbed Jaejoong’s bobbing dick and stroked him, sloppy and twisted, but Jaejoong cried out, fingernails digging into Yoochun’s chest. He slammed himself down faster, harder, grunting and crying out with each movement. His thighs shook and his skin shone with sweat.
“God, fuck, love you,” Jaejoong muttered, arms quivering. His elbows bent, their lips met and Jaejoong shook out his release, splattering Yoochun’s stomach and chest in come. His body clamped down on Yoochun tightly, and Yoochun rocked his body, hips lifting, forcing his cock into the spasms.
Jaejoong moaned, body overwhelmed, but did his best to move and roll his hips with Yoochun’s movements until Yoochun couldn’t handle all the sensations and he moaned into Jaejoong’s mouth, bit down on his lower lip and exploded inside his beautiful soul mate.
“God, Yoochun, I love you.”
Yoochun smiled into Jaejoong’s demanding, yet tired kisses. “I love you.”
Yoochun shut his eyes, meaning to rest for just a moment, but the day caught up with him, the emotions and the strain and the sex, and he fell asleep, Jaejoong collapsed on top of him, their bodies still joined.
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Changmin woke up to his cell phone ringing incessantly. He moaned, rolled over into a warm body and sighed, snuggling closer.
“If you don’t answer your phone, I’m going to shove it up your ass.”
Changmin grumbled, but blinked his eyes open. He turned over, reached for his phone blindly and snagged it off the floor.
“Hello,” Changmin muttered.
“Where the hell are you?” his father demanded.
Changmin’s eyes snapped open and he sat up with a shout.
“You were supposed to be here two hours ago, young man,” he said very tightly.
Changmin just stopped his swear word, and said instead, “Sorry. I thought I set my alarm.”
“Don’t pull excuses with me, Changmin. I am at your dorm room and you are not here. I hope that the owner of the bed you’re warming can give me grandchildren.”
Changmin winced. “Not really.”
“You really need to calm down with the partying and sex. This is the first time it’s affected the way the board members see you, but-“
“I know, sir. I’m sorry. I really did forget to set my alarm.”
Changmin’s father sighed. “I want you in my office at two this afternoon, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
The call ended and Changmin leaned back into the bed, arm over his head and groaned. Sunlight permeated the bedroom and warmed his skin. Fingers ran up and down his abs, setting him on fire.
“Do you have to go?”
Changmin checked the time on his phone and then tossed it back to the floor. “Not for a few hours.”
“You’re in trouble though.” Lips pressed against his neck.
Changmin groaned. “In more ways than one.”
Kouyou laughed. “But you have a paper to write, remember?”
“Fuck you for reminding me.”
Kouyou laughed harder. “You’re a responsible student, Changmin. You should go write your paper.”
“Yeah, I should.”
Changmin shut his eyes and soaked in the soft touches and kisses that Kouyou was willing to give.
“You better go or else I’m going to tie you up again.”
Changmin sighed. “Don’t promise me things like that.”
Kouyou rolled over him, pressed a firm kiss to his lips and then climbed off the bed, beautifully naked.
Changmin watched him enter the bathroom before getting up. As much as he hated to leave, Kouyou was right. He had a paper due. But he didn’t want to leave. The shower started and Changmin figured an hour wouldn’t kill him. He slipped into the steamy bathroom.
Kouyou tsked at him. “Shame on you.”
“You knew I couldn’t resist,” Changmin said as he took off the rest of his clothes.
Kouyou chuckled. “I’m only in here for a few minutes, so you better hurry if you want to shower with me.”
Changmin pulled the curtain back and climbed into the small space. “That is more of a reason to hurry than any paper I have due.”
Kouyou soapy hands rubbed up and down Changmin’s chest. “You may not have any self control, but I have a lot, so since I’m already clean,” Kouyou pressed a quick kiss to his lips and then pushed him into the shower spray. “Hurry.”
Changmin sputtered, face drenched. Kouyou laughed and the bathroom door shut. Changmin grumbled, not what he was planning, but oh well, he’d need to shower anyway. He washed his hair quickly and rinsed off.
Kouyou had put a towel on the counter and Changmin grabbed it and dried off. He walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair. Kouyou was by the window, smoking a cigarette. They smiled at each other and Changmin dressed again in the borrowed clothes.
Halfway through buttoning up the shirt, Kouyou’s arms snaked around his waist. “So here’s an idea.”
“What?”
“This could be our show. We haven’t done a morning after theme before.”
Changmin turned around and ran his hands through Kouyou’s wet hair. “What do you mean?”
“Just this. We start in bed, naked and rumpled, you start getting dressed and I tempt you back to bed. We can even throw a bit of infidelity in it. Have a phone ring in the background and a woman’s voice asking you where you are. One of the things about our shows is that they are fantasies come true. The business men may not be able to do these things in real life, but they can think about it.”
“Interesting idea,” Changmin said, caressing his cheeks. “Should we rehearse right now?”
Kouyou grinned. “No, it has to be approved by the bosses first, and you need to write your paper.”
“Or we could do the wealthy businessman seducing the younger college student.”
“Shige and Jungmo already do that.”
“Too bad. I’d like to peel you out of a school boy’s outfit.”
“Even though I’m older than you?”
“No one would believe that.”
“Too true.”
“Eternal beauty and youth.” Changmin smiled and kissed him lightly. “Thanks, Kou, for talking to me and letting me stay. I’ll see you later today.”
Kouyou licked his lips and said, “Most definitely.”
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Changmin took the elevator to his father’s twentieth floor office. He’d managed to get most of his paper written in the few hours of the morning and afternoon, and then made sure he had time to make himself presentable for this meeting.
He wore nice black slacks, a white shirt and a jacket. He hadn’t worn a tie, because he didn’t want his father to think that he thought he was in trouble and that he was trying to impress him. But now that he was there he wished he had a tie because he had no idea why he was being called in to meet his father.
He stepped out of the elevator, cool and in control. He knew how to wear a mask just like everyone else in this building. Choi Sooyoung, his father’s receptionist said hello and smiled. She wore a cute white dress with a black belt and boots.
Her cheeks went pink when Changmin smiled back. Or more like he smirked back. The last time he’d come to his father’s office, they had ended up in the break room with her skirt around her hips. And her lips looked good around his cock.
“H-he’s waiting for you, Changmin-shi.”
“Thank you, Sooyoung-noona.”
She blushed brighter.
And that was how he entered his father’s office, smirking and a little too cocky.
His father frowned, and Changmin schooled his face. He waited until he was told to sit and then he sat.
“The meeting you missed this morning talked about expanding advertising for our new headphones onto college campuses. We needed your opinion.”
Changmin fought his immediate defense and nodded. “I know what was going to be discussed, and I’m sorry that I forgot to set my alarm. What was decided?”
“We have decided to do it and I want you to oversee the project.”
Changmin mentally cursed. He did not have time to oversee a project. “Okay.”
“Tomorrow morning, the advertising team having a meeting at nine. They will present a few ideas to you. I want a proposal on my desk on Monday morning.”
“Yes, sir.” Changmin was suddenly very glad that he’d worked on his paper earlier.
“This won’t affect your school work?”
“No, sir,” he lied. “I always work ahead of the schedule when I can.”
His father nodded. “Good. You have always met my expectations. I will consider this morning a fluke moment and you better not have a lapse of judgment again.”
“I won’t, sir.”
“There is a business party at Lee Sooman’s house tomorrow night. I expect you to attend with me. A car will be sent to your dorm at eight.”
“Yes, sir.”
Changmin stood up, the meeting over without his father saying so. He left the office with a sigh. Sooyoung was not at her desk, but she was at the elevator.
“Hello, Changmin-shi.”
“Hello, noona.”
She cleared her throat, and Changmin smirked. The elevator opened and Changmin let Sooyoung in front of him. She blushed, looked down and whispered what floor she needed. Instead of hitting that floor, he hit the three button and then moved in front of her.
“Can you take a break?” he whispered, boxing her against the wall. He ran his hand down her arm, to her side. Her breath sped up. He lifted his arm in front of her, fingers barely touching her breasts.
She swallowed, looked up at him, and he smiled and knew he won.
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“What are you so fucking happy for?” Kibum asked Changmin as he walked into the main room a little after six.
“Oh no reason.”
Jungmo smirked. “That’s a ‘I got myself some fantastic sex’ smirk. You ought to know that, Kibum.”
“Last one to fuck me was you, sooooo….”
Jungmo threw a pillow at him.
Changmin laughed. “Yeah, I got frisky with my dad’s receptionist in the supply closet. Is Jaejoong here?”
“Yeah, he’s in Shige’s room, watching him like a hawk.”
Changmin walked down the hall and heard Jaejoong talking. A door was propped open and he knocked lightly before poking his head in. Jaejoong sat in a chair at the side of Shige’s bed. Shige was lying propped up on pillows. His face was covered in healing, greenish yellow bruises. His left hand was wrapped with gauze. His eyes were shut, but he didn’t appear to be asleep. Jaejoong held his hand lightly.
“Hey, Min. How was your day?” Jaejoong asked in Japanese.
“Besides the quickie in a supply closet at my father’s office, shitty. How was yours?”
Shige laughed quietly.
Jaejoong smiled at him. “We’re okay.”
“It’s nice to be home,” Shige said.
Changmin sat at the end of the bed and laid his hand lightly on Shige’s leg. “My father has given me an assignment for the weekend, and I’m going to be busy. Is there anything you need me to do?”
Jaejoong frowned. “I was hoping to help Kouyou with teaching you to strip properly.”
“Every time I take my clothes off now, I more or less strip.”
Shige tried to whistle.
Jaejoong smiled. “Good.”
“I will probably want a break on Sunday. Writing proposals suck.”
“No kidding. I’m glad Yoochun does all the grunt work around here.”
“I don’t know about that,” Changmin said. “I’ve heard you grunting a lot.”
Jaejoong laughed and lifted a hand and covered his mouth. “Too true. There’s a show tomorrow night, but-“
“For Lee Sooman?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
Changmin smirked. “My father invited me to go with him.”
“Fuck,” Jaejoong said. “I was about to say that your father was going to be there so we didn’t want you there, but oh well. You are a good actor. Just pretend you don’t know us.”
Changmin nodded. “I won’t have to fake my reactions to your beauty.”
Jaejoong blushed, pleased with the compliment. “I haven’t met a sweet talker like you since I met Jungmo.”
“He’s better than Jungmo,” Shige said.
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, he is.”
“It’s easy to say things like this when they’re the truth,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong’s smile widened and he held out his hand and Changmin went to him and easily fell to the floor, curling his upper body into Jaejoong’s lap.
Part 18: Morale Building Activities
Part 16: Leave Personal Problems at the Door
Part 15: Break Time
Part 14: Consolidating and Restructuring
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
Part 11: Business Meeting
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance | Part 9: Background Check | Part 8: Hands On Training | Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships | Part 6: Shitty Customers | Part 5: Office Politics | Part 4: The Office Sluts | Part 3: A Trip to the Office | Part 2: A Few More Questions | Part 1: The Job Interview
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Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: Yoochun/Jaejoong, minor!Kouyou/Changmin, implied!Changmin/Sooyoung (HET), minor!Changmin/Jaejoong
Part 17: Conflicts of Interest
“Is Kouyou okay?” Jaejoong whispered as soon as Yoochun disconnected the call.
“Yes. Changmin is still with him and says that they’re about to go to bed.”
“Good. He needs someone in bed with him tonight.”
“They aren’t going to fuck,” Yoochun said.
“A bed isn’t only used for fucking,” Jaejoong said with a smile.
Yoochun tilted his head and then walked slowly toward Jaejoong, hunger in his eyes. He was sitting on the bed, looking beautiful in the dim light. He’d changed into white pants and a blue hoody almost as soon as they got back to the office, but barely zipped the damn thing up.
Yoochun had been having impure thoughts about Jaejoong’s pec muscles ever since, but he had to think of his employees first, especially after Shige. Neither one of them would have slept without knowing where they all were.
Then again, with the way Jaejoong was smirking at him, Yoochun doubted they were going to sleep anyway. They hadn’t had sex all day, Yoochun couldn’t remember the last time he went more than a day without some kind of release from Jaejoong’s attentions.
Jaejoong leaned back on his hands, legs spreading.
“Someone,” Yoochun whispered, using Jaejoong’s knees to lower himself to the ground, “once told me that the only thing a bed is good for is fucking.”
“Who told you such a lie?” Jaejoong said with a laugh.
Yoochun opened his mouth and ran his tongue up the exposed skin of Jaejoong’s chest, right up his breast bone to the dip at the base of his throat. Jaejoong moaned head tilting back. Yoochun smiled and then pulled up enough to breathe against Jaejoong’s lips.
“The most beautiful man in the world told me that,” Yoochun said, “a man I love more than life, a man I would be willing to follow to the depths of hell.”
“Which is probably where he belongs.”
Yoochun lightly licked Jaejoong’s lower lip. “The devil can’t have you. Not until I’m through with you, and then he’ll have to pry you away from me.”
“Pry your dick out of my ass, you mean.”
“Yes, if I can get it there.”
Jaejoong laughed and tilted his head back. Yoochun licked down his neck and back down his chest. He gripped the metal tab in his teeth and slowly lowered the zipper on the hoody. He used his hands to open it, curling his fingers around Jaejoong’s hips.
Jaejoong sighed and fell to his elbows, hips rising. Yoochun thought of making him wait for only a moment and then decided he’d much rather have Jaejoong naked. He hooked his hands at the band of the pants and pulled them down. Jaejoong lay flat on the bed, legs stretched out, so Yoochun could pull the pants off and toss them somewhere out of his way. He sat back on his feet, ran his hands up Jaejoong’s smooth legs, fingertips teasing his balls, and appreciated the beauty that was Kim Jaejoong.
“You’re beautiful.” Yoochun didn’t have to see his face to know that Jaejoong was smiling.
Yoochun kissed the inside of his knee, ran his hand up the inside of his thigh. “Every single piece of your skin is beautiful.” He moved his lips up Jaejoong’s leg, not really kissing, just dragging them over the smooth skin. He placed his hand on the edge of the bed for leverage and went higher, over his hip bone and to just below his ribs. His t-shirt snagged on Jaejoong’s erection, and finally, his beauty moved.
He gripped Yoochun’s shirt and tugged on it with a whimper.
Yoochun met his eyes and smiled. “You want that off me?”
Jaejoong nodded, pouting. “Please, Chunnie-ah.”
Yoochun smirked and stood up, Jaejoong’s legs between his. He leaned his knees on the edge of the bed, more or less trapping Jaejoong, before pulling the shirt over his head quickly. He trailed the soft material up and down Jaejoong’s body.
“Chunnie-ah, please.”
Yoochun chuckled and tossed the shirt away. He jerked back and unbuttoned his jeans, pausing with his hands on the zipper. Jaejoong had lifted his legs from the floor, spread them and gripped behind his knees. That wasn’t surprising, but the bright blue base of a butt plug nestled in his ass was.
“Jae-baby.”
Jaejoong bit his lower lip and laughed. “Come and fuck me. I knew you’d want to do this all slow and sweet, but I want you hard and I want you now.”
Yoochun shook his head, but smiled and finished stripping. If Jaejoong had shoved that inside him when he changed, that meant the plug had been there for almost three hours. He kneeled and gripped Jaejoong’s inner thighs, spreading and massaging his ass. Jaejoong moaned, entrance clenching around the toy. Yoochun leaned forward and licked around the rim of his channel, pushing the toy in deeper. Jaejoong whimpered.
“Don’t know why you thought this would make me hurry,” Yoochun muttered. “You just gave me another toy to play with.”
“Oh fuck you,” Jaejoong said, voice breathy
Yoochun smiled and continued licking. He spread his fingers, framing his stretched opening, and licked all around the rim, over and over, until it was quivering and Jaejoong’s legs were shaking. He paused only a few times to suck Jaejoong’s balls into his mouth and tease them with his tongue.
Fingers gripped his hair and pulled, but Yoochun ignored them. Pain danced down his spine and Yoochun’s eyes shut. His own neglected erection jerked.
“I hate it when you don’t give me what I want,” Jaejoong growled.
Yoochun smiled against Jaejoong’s inner thigh. “When are you going to understand that I always know what you want?” He pressed more kisses to the smooth skin, lips dancing over the quivering muscles.
“Yoochun, god, please.”
Yoochun shivered at the desperation in Jaejoong’s voice and let himself be pulled up. He stuck his tongue out, trialing it up Jaejoong’s cock. Jaejoong whimpered again, yanked hard and Yoochun’s breath left him at the pain in his skull.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong gasped just before their lips met. He devoured Yoochun’s mouth, arched his body into Yoochun’s, dying for friction on his erection. Yoochun thought of moving away, teasing more, but Jaejoong’s mouth tasted too sweet and his body was hot and begging in a way that Jaejoong couldn’t because his tongue was busy fighting with Yoochun’s.
But even with the sounds muffled, Yoochun knew he was muttering, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”
Yoochun shivered and forced his hand under Jaejoong’s body. He pulled and they rolled and Jaejoong pushed him to the bed. Their lips broke apart with a wet smack and Jaejoong climbed on top of him, knees at his hips. The blue hoody hung skewed off his shoulders. He gripped Yoochun’s chest and rubbed his ass on Yoochun’s erection.
“I can’t fuck you when you have a plug in your ass.”
Jaejoong’s eyes snapped open and he smirked. “Want to see if you can?”
Yoochun chuckled. “No. I want you.”
“God, I want you.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut at the breathless declaration. Jaejoong lifted his ass, reached behind him and teased his body with the plug before finally yanking it out. It landed on the floor with a clunk.
Jaejoong grabbed Yoochun’s erection, stroked it twice and then held it up. Yoochun put his hands on Jaejoong’s hips and held his breath for that moment. And as that moment never came, Yoochun decided that Jaejoong knew him too well and had too much fun playing with him.
Yoochun growled, lifted his hips harshly and then moaned as his dick slipped right into Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong moaned and both hands were on Yoochun’s chest again as he twisted his hips and lowered his body and settled with Yoochun’s cock all the way in his ass. He took a single breath, and Yoochun had a single moment to appreciate Jaejoong’s beauty, in the moment of relaxation, that moment of suspense, and then Jaejoong moved, a slow lift off and a quick down, slapping his body against Yoochun’s.
Yoochun shut his eyes with a whimper and Jaejoong did it again, and then again, settling into a rhythmic pattern that had Yoochun’s head swimming and his mouth open in a pleasure-filled-fantastic-ohmygodyesdothatharder-moan.
Jaejoong’s tongue swiped over his lower lip, head back, eyes shut with pleasure. It took all of Yoochun’s energy to watch him, to not shut his eyes as Jaejoong sped up, whimpering his name.
Yoochun grabbed Jaejoong’s bobbing dick and stroked him, sloppy and twisted, but Jaejoong cried out, fingernails digging into Yoochun’s chest. He slammed himself down faster, harder, grunting and crying out with each movement. His thighs shook and his skin shone with sweat.
“God, fuck, love you,” Jaejoong muttered, arms quivering. His elbows bent, their lips met and Jaejoong shook out his release, splattering Yoochun’s stomach and chest in come. His body clamped down on Yoochun tightly, and Yoochun rocked his body, hips lifting, forcing his cock into the spasms.
Jaejoong moaned, body overwhelmed, but did his best to move and roll his hips with Yoochun’s movements until Yoochun couldn’t handle all the sensations and he moaned into Jaejoong’s mouth, bit down on his lower lip and exploded inside his beautiful soul mate.
“God, Yoochun, I love you.”
Yoochun smiled into Jaejoong’s demanding, yet tired kisses. “I love you.”
Yoochun shut his eyes, meaning to rest for just a moment, but the day caught up with him, the emotions and the strain and the sex, and he fell asleep, Jaejoong collapsed on top of him, their bodies still joined.
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Changmin woke up to his cell phone ringing incessantly. He moaned, rolled over into a warm body and sighed, snuggling closer.
“If you don’t answer your phone, I’m going to shove it up your ass.”
Changmin grumbled, but blinked his eyes open. He turned over, reached for his phone blindly and snagged it off the floor.
“Hello,” Changmin muttered.
“Where the hell are you?” his father demanded.
Changmin’s eyes snapped open and he sat up with a shout.
“You were supposed to be here two hours ago, young man,” he said very tightly.
Changmin just stopped his swear word, and said instead, “Sorry. I thought I set my alarm.”
“Don’t pull excuses with me, Changmin. I am at your dorm room and you are not here. I hope that the owner of the bed you’re warming can give me grandchildren.”
Changmin winced. “Not really.”
“You really need to calm down with the partying and sex. This is the first time it’s affected the way the board members see you, but-“
“I know, sir. I’m sorry. I really did forget to set my alarm.”
Changmin’s father sighed. “I want you in my office at two this afternoon, understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
The call ended and Changmin leaned back into the bed, arm over his head and groaned. Sunlight permeated the bedroom and warmed his skin. Fingers ran up and down his abs, setting him on fire.
“Do you have to go?”
Changmin checked the time on his phone and then tossed it back to the floor. “Not for a few hours.”
“You’re in trouble though.” Lips pressed against his neck.
Changmin groaned. “In more ways than one.”
Kouyou laughed. “But you have a paper to write, remember?”
“Fuck you for reminding me.”
Kouyou laughed harder. “You’re a responsible student, Changmin. You should go write your paper.”
“Yeah, I should.”
Changmin shut his eyes and soaked in the soft touches and kisses that Kouyou was willing to give.
“You better go or else I’m going to tie you up again.”
Changmin sighed. “Don’t promise me things like that.”
Kouyou rolled over him, pressed a firm kiss to his lips and then climbed off the bed, beautifully naked.
Changmin watched him enter the bathroom before getting up. As much as he hated to leave, Kouyou was right. He had a paper due. But he didn’t want to leave. The shower started and Changmin figured an hour wouldn’t kill him. He slipped into the steamy bathroom.
Kouyou tsked at him. “Shame on you.”
“You knew I couldn’t resist,” Changmin said as he took off the rest of his clothes.
Kouyou chuckled. “I’m only in here for a few minutes, so you better hurry if you want to shower with me.”
Changmin pulled the curtain back and climbed into the small space. “That is more of a reason to hurry than any paper I have due.”
Kouyou soapy hands rubbed up and down Changmin’s chest. “You may not have any self control, but I have a lot, so since I’m already clean,” Kouyou pressed a quick kiss to his lips and then pushed him into the shower spray. “Hurry.”
Changmin sputtered, face drenched. Kouyou laughed and the bathroom door shut. Changmin grumbled, not what he was planning, but oh well, he’d need to shower anyway. He washed his hair quickly and rinsed off.
Kouyou had put a towel on the counter and Changmin grabbed it and dried off. He walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair. Kouyou was by the window, smoking a cigarette. They smiled at each other and Changmin dressed again in the borrowed clothes.
Halfway through buttoning up the shirt, Kouyou’s arms snaked around his waist. “So here’s an idea.”
“What?”
“This could be our show. We haven’t done a morning after theme before.”
Changmin turned around and ran his hands through Kouyou’s wet hair. “What do you mean?”
“Just this. We start in bed, naked and rumpled, you start getting dressed and I tempt you back to bed. We can even throw a bit of infidelity in it. Have a phone ring in the background and a woman’s voice asking you where you are. One of the things about our shows is that they are fantasies come true. The business men may not be able to do these things in real life, but they can think about it.”
“Interesting idea,” Changmin said, caressing his cheeks. “Should we rehearse right now?”
Kouyou grinned. “No, it has to be approved by the bosses first, and you need to write your paper.”
“Or we could do the wealthy businessman seducing the younger college student.”
“Shige and Jungmo already do that.”
“Too bad. I’d like to peel you out of a school boy’s outfit.”
“Even though I’m older than you?”
“No one would believe that.”
“Too true.”
“Eternal beauty and youth.” Changmin smiled and kissed him lightly. “Thanks, Kou, for talking to me and letting me stay. I’ll see you later today.”
Kouyou licked his lips and said, “Most definitely.”
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Changmin took the elevator to his father’s twentieth floor office. He’d managed to get most of his paper written in the few hours of the morning and afternoon, and then made sure he had time to make himself presentable for this meeting.
He wore nice black slacks, a white shirt and a jacket. He hadn’t worn a tie, because he didn’t want his father to think that he thought he was in trouble and that he was trying to impress him. But now that he was there he wished he had a tie because he had no idea why he was being called in to meet his father.
He stepped out of the elevator, cool and in control. He knew how to wear a mask just like everyone else in this building. Choi Sooyoung, his father’s receptionist said hello and smiled. She wore a cute white dress with a black belt and boots.
Her cheeks went pink when Changmin smiled back. Or more like he smirked back. The last time he’d come to his father’s office, they had ended up in the break room with her skirt around her hips. And her lips looked good around his cock.
“H-he’s waiting for you, Changmin-shi.”
“Thank you, Sooyoung-noona.”
She blushed brighter.
And that was how he entered his father’s office, smirking and a little too cocky.
His father frowned, and Changmin schooled his face. He waited until he was told to sit and then he sat.
“The meeting you missed this morning talked about expanding advertising for our new headphones onto college campuses. We needed your opinion.”
Changmin fought his immediate defense and nodded. “I know what was going to be discussed, and I’m sorry that I forgot to set my alarm. What was decided?”
“We have decided to do it and I want you to oversee the project.”
Changmin mentally cursed. He did not have time to oversee a project. “Okay.”
“Tomorrow morning, the advertising team having a meeting at nine. They will present a few ideas to you. I want a proposal on my desk on Monday morning.”
“Yes, sir.” Changmin was suddenly very glad that he’d worked on his paper earlier.
“This won’t affect your school work?”
“No, sir,” he lied. “I always work ahead of the schedule when I can.”
His father nodded. “Good. You have always met my expectations. I will consider this morning a fluke moment and you better not have a lapse of judgment again.”
“I won’t, sir.”
“There is a business party at Lee Sooman’s house tomorrow night. I expect you to attend with me. A car will be sent to your dorm at eight.”
“Yes, sir.”
Changmin stood up, the meeting over without his father saying so. He left the office with a sigh. Sooyoung was not at her desk, but she was at the elevator.
“Hello, Changmin-shi.”
“Hello, noona.”
She cleared her throat, and Changmin smirked. The elevator opened and Changmin let Sooyoung in front of him. She blushed, looked down and whispered what floor she needed. Instead of hitting that floor, he hit the three button and then moved in front of her.
“Can you take a break?” he whispered, boxing her against the wall. He ran his hand down her arm, to her side. Her breath sped up. He lifted his arm in front of her, fingers barely touching her breasts.
She swallowed, looked up at him, and he smiled and knew he won.
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“What are you so fucking happy for?” Kibum asked Changmin as he walked into the main room a little after six.
“Oh no reason.”
Jungmo smirked. “That’s a ‘I got myself some fantastic sex’ smirk. You ought to know that, Kibum.”
“Last one to fuck me was you, sooooo….”
Jungmo threw a pillow at him.
Changmin laughed. “Yeah, I got frisky with my dad’s receptionist in the supply closet. Is Jaejoong here?”
“Yeah, he’s in Shige’s room, watching him like a hawk.”
Changmin walked down the hall and heard Jaejoong talking. A door was propped open and he knocked lightly before poking his head in. Jaejoong sat in a chair at the side of Shige’s bed. Shige was lying propped up on pillows. His face was covered in healing, greenish yellow bruises. His left hand was wrapped with gauze. His eyes were shut, but he didn’t appear to be asleep. Jaejoong held his hand lightly.
“Hey, Min. How was your day?” Jaejoong asked in Japanese.
“Besides the quickie in a supply closet at my father’s office, shitty. How was yours?”
Shige laughed quietly.
Jaejoong smiled at him. “We’re okay.”
“It’s nice to be home,” Shige said.
Changmin sat at the end of the bed and laid his hand lightly on Shige’s leg. “My father has given me an assignment for the weekend, and I’m going to be busy. Is there anything you need me to do?”
Jaejoong frowned. “I was hoping to help Kouyou with teaching you to strip properly.”
“Every time I take my clothes off now, I more or less strip.”
Shige tried to whistle.
Jaejoong smiled. “Good.”
“I will probably want a break on Sunday. Writing proposals suck.”
“No kidding. I’m glad Yoochun does all the grunt work around here.”
“I don’t know about that,” Changmin said. “I’ve heard you grunting a lot.”
Jaejoong laughed and lifted a hand and covered his mouth. “Too true. There’s a show tomorrow night, but-“
“For Lee Sooman?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
Changmin smirked. “My father invited me to go with him.”
“Fuck,” Jaejoong said. “I was about to say that your father was going to be there so we didn’t want you there, but oh well. You are a good actor. Just pretend you don’t know us.”
Changmin nodded. “I won’t have to fake my reactions to your beauty.”
Jaejoong blushed, pleased with the compliment. “I haven’t met a sweet talker like you since I met Jungmo.”
“He’s better than Jungmo,” Shige said.
Jaejoong nodded. “Yes, he is.”
“It’s easy to say things like this when they’re the truth,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong’s smile widened and he held out his hand and Changmin went to him and easily fell to the floor, curling his upper body into Jaejoong’s lap.
Part 18: Morale Building Activities
Part 16: Leave Personal Problems at the Door
Part 15: Break Time
Part 14: Consolidating and Restructuring
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
Part 11: Business Meeting
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance | Part 9: Background Check | Part 8: Hands On Training | Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships | Part 6: Shitty Customers | Part 5: Office Politics | Part 4: The Office Sluts | Part 3: A Trip to the Office | Part 2: A Few More Questions | Part 1: The Job Interview
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