Move In Boyfriend 11/13
Title: Move In Boyfriend 11/13
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four), Past!Yoochun/Yunho
Disclaimer: Santa didn't bring them to me for Christmas. I found a note instead: "Shame on you." ... I'm not sure for what, but I think it might have been because of that dream I had where Yoochun was my slave.
Summary: When a sinfully delicious man moves into Yoochun's apartment building, Yoochun's comfort zone is rattled. Can he handle it? Can he handle letting himself go when all he wants to do is cling to the past?
Warnings: VERY VERY IMPORTANT!!! This fic is extremely graphic. This fic will contain restraints, toys, blindfolds, minor torture, water sports and plenty of cursing, moaning, and penetration. It's pretty kinky.
THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO poppy_sky
Poster by ta_tow
Yoochun sauntered into work, a big smile on his face. Jae had, quite thoroughly with fingers and tongue and mouth and throat, gotten him off rather quickly.
Junsu was out in the lobby, taking orders. He wore nice, black slacks and a white button down collared shirt. That was odd enough, but then Yoochun laughed. Junsu’s hair was in pigtails.
“What-”
And that’s all he could say before Junsu smiled warmly at the couple and then grabbed Yoochun’s arm and dragged him to the back.
“Did you know that I kissed a girl yesterday? A girl?” His voice was near screeching levels.
“Yes. I’m the one that pulled you off of her. And I’m the one who convinced you that it would be a bad idea to go to her house. You don’t remember?”
“No. I remember kissing her though, and oh my god.” He shivered. “Why do you let me get drunk?”
“Jae and I were gone for less than a half hour. I left you on the dance floor. How was I supposed to know you’d order more drinks?’”
“I didn’t. The girls kept buying me shots.”
“You didn’t have to drink them.”
“Yeah, and then this morning when Changmin stopped by, he kissed me and I broke away from him and the first thing out of my mouth was, ‘oh fuck I kissed a girl’. Yeah, he was not happy.”
“Hence the hair style?”
Junsu snorted. “And the fucking clothes.”
“I think you look cute,” Yoochun said and tugged on one of the pigtails.
Junsu yanked his head away. “Shut up.”
“You’re lucky you’re not in a skirt and high heels.”
Junsu cringed and lifted his pant leg, revealing lacy tights.
Yoochun laughed and laughed until Junsu started punching him. “Sorry. Ow! Stop. Sorry.” He took a deep breath. “Where is Changmin?”
“He had another lunch date with some girl.”
“That’s going to start bothering you.”
“Says the guy who’s in love with a stripper and a dominator.”
Yoochun smiled. “I told Jae that if it bothered me, then we’d deal with it then. It doesn’t right now.”
“And?”
“And what? It’s not like it was a declaration of love or anything,” Yoochun said. “We’re just … dating.”
Junsu squealed. “Yes. Changmin owes me sixty thousand won, baby.”
“What?”
“Ah, he had no faith in you.”
“I’m a little insulted, but not surprised, that you bet on it.”
“Oh, yeah, baby. It was an easy way to make some cash. I mean, come on. I know you. Changmin doesn’t. Not like I do anyway.”
“Very true. And you have yet to throw up on Changmin.”
Junsu giggled. “Yeah. You’re the only one lucky enough for that.”
“Oh, and you’re welcome. I had to give the cab driver some hefty cash for the cleaning bill.”
Junsu kissed his cheek. “Always looking out for me.”
“It’s what I do.”
Yoochun put a hand on the door, and then stopped and turned around. “Oh, and, just so you know, this morning. I topped.”
He left Junsu with his jaw hanging. Two seconds later, as Yoochun started to mix the drinks that Junsu was neglecting in order to gossip with him, Junsu slammed the door open and then hissed, “You did not.”
“Did, too. Text Jae and ask him if you don’t believe me.”
Junsu pulled out his phone and sent a furious text.
“He’s sleeping, so he may not answer you.”
“Sleeping?”
“Yeah, he has a late photo shoot tonight. And I wore him out.”
But Junsu’s phone vibrated. He looked at it and scoffed, and then showed it to me.
+ lies. all lies. i was on top while I was riding his cock +
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah, we were like that for the last bit of it.”
“God, you’re such a girl even when you top. Make him do all the work.”
“Says the guy wearing tights.”
“Fuck off.”
Yoochun laughed again and left to go serve the drinks he made. Junsu went around the tables, smiling, circulating. Yoochun overheard him tell one table, “Just thought I’d do something different with it today,” and couldn’t help but laugh. Junsu scowled at him.
Some how through the day, Junsu managed to get every single detail of his conversation and morning sex with Jaejoong.
“So? No more lamenting over Yunho?”
“Nope. Fucker is gone for all I care.”
“And if he comes back here again?”
“I ignore him and let someone else serve him, and if I get a chance, spit in his drink.”
“Good.”
It was about eight, right after the dinner rush and right before the night rush, when Changmin stalked into the café. Junsu had been talking to customers, but immediately rose and smiled. And then he frowned.
Changmin’s parents, another couple and a pretty girl had followed Changmin in.
Yoochun eyes widened as Changmin walked through the lobby toward Junsu.
“Min?” Junsu said, voice shaking.
Changmin pulled Junsu by his neck and kissed him long and deep.
Yoochun’s gaze flew over to Changmin’s parents. His mom stared, and then did that thing in the movies: she put her hand on her head and swooned into her husband. The girl gasped and then turned crying into her mother’s shoulder.
Changmin broke away from Junsu. “This is why,” he practically shouted. “Him. Because of him. I am not going to marry one of these girls, Mother. I will not. I love him, and just him. Junsu is my life, Mother. He’s the reason I breathe. And if you don’t understand that, well, I guess that’s your problem then.”
“Son,” his father started and then stopped when his wife wailed. “You’ve broken her heart.”
“And every time I go to one of these stupid set ups, I break his. And mine. I won’t do it anymore, Father. I won’t. I’m twenty-four, and old enough to make my own decisions and he is my decision.”
Changmin’s father looked at Junsu. Junsu winced and then gave him a little wave. “Um, hello,” he said and then buried his face in Changmin’s arm.
Yoochun covered a laugh with a cough.
Changmin’s father looked around and then sighed. “We will talk about this tomorrow.”
Changmin nodded once, and his father led the others out of the café.
After a brief silence, Changmin sighed and then turned around, once more taking Junsu in his arms and kissing him. “I love you, Su.”
“I love you, too, Minnie-ah, but … but …”
“Ah, they’ll get over it. They love me, and I’m spoiled rotten.”
“I know, but … but …” And then he waved his hand around the café at all the guests still staring at them.
Changmin grinned. “You’re right. Let’s get out of here. Yoochun, clock Junsu out.”
Junsu stopped sputtering as Changmin led him out the door. The guests all watched as Changmin practically shoved Junsu into a taxi, and then they were all chattering and throwing questions at Yoochun.
“Are they really in love?” one of the younger girls asked with a frown.
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah, they are.”
“But I thought you and Junsu-oppa were … together,” another said.
“We’re just friends.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah.”
One of the girls nudged the other one. “Remember that hot blond guy.”
“Ooh, the pretty one with the amazing body?”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes, that one. But he has dark red hair now.”
“Oh, wow. I bet he looks amazing.”
“Oh my god, speak of the devil.”
Yoochun turned and smiled widely at Jaejoong making his way across the lobby. He was in a tight black tank and a pair of ratty looking jeans that probably cost him a fortune. And then Yoochun turned to the girls. “Not the devil. He’s just a demon.”
“Talking bad about me?” Jae asked and pecked Yoochun’s cheek.
The girls giggled.
“We were admiring your hair,” Yoochun replied.
“And his muscles,” one of the girls muttered and they broke out into nervous giggles.
“Yes, and those,” Yoochun said.
Jae smiled and then flexed his arm. “Feel it,” he said to the girls.
More giggles.
“Go on.”
With a look at Yoochun, one of the girls ran her hand over his arm and then sighed.
“You’ll never get a chance like this,” Jae said, and the other one, blushing deep red, reached up and squeezed his arm.
His smile widened. “Now, scat. Let me flirt with my man for a bit.”
They girls left, chattering away (Oh, he has to be a god or something.) and laughing.
“First, they call you a devil, and then they call you a god.”
Jae shrugged. “Just the effect I have on people. That didn’t bother you?”
“Not really,” Yoochun replied, but he looked away.
“It did a little bit.”
Yoochun held up two fingers really close to each other. “Okay, a tiny bit, but I was licking that muscle earlier today, so I’m alright.”
Jae smiled. “You know, I’ve been here for almost five minutes and you haven’t taken my order yet.”
“I know what you came for, and we don’t have blow jobs on the menu, darling.” Yoochun turned around and started making Jae a latte.
“What would Changmin say to this blatant, awful customer service?”
“Considering that Changmin is probably at home eating Junsu’s ass, I doubt he’ll care.”
“Ooh, story behind that. What happened?”
“He barged in here, parents in tow, and kissed Junsu and practically told his parents to fuck off.”
“Wow. Really?”
“Yeah, they’ve been setting him up on these dates with socialites and he just got sick of it because it was hurting Junsu.”
“Good for him. Junsu talked about it once. I mean, not really talked about it, but I could tell it bothered him.”
Yoochun handed him his coffee. “You don’t have time to visit the office with me, do you?”
Jae smiled. “Unfortunately, no.”
“Too bad. That tank top needs to be ripped off.”
“Okay, so I lied. I do have time, but-” Jae lifted the side of his shirt up. The girls tittered in the background. On Jae’s hip was a small purple mark.
Yoochun grinned. “I would say that I’m sorry, but … yeah, I’m not.”
“I’m lucky it’s only the one,” Jae said.
“Thank my self control.”
“I’d rather destroy it. Tomorrow.”
“Tonight.”
“I won’t have energy tonight. Photo shoots are exhausting.”
“How late is the shoot going to run?”
“I don’t know. Until Park Jaebom-shi is satisfied. You going to stop by and watch?”
“I won’t distract you, will I?”
“No. Security won’t let you close enough to distract me.”
Yoochun leaned over the counter and kissed him. Long, lazy with a questing tongue. He pulled back, leaving Jae breathless with eyes shut. “Just remember that I’ll be there and don’t let it distract you.”
“Fucker,” Jae whispered.
“See you later.” Yoochun kissed him one more time before Jae left.
Less than three hours later, Yoochun climbed out of a cab in front of Exile. The three story club was all windows, not the kind you could see into of course. Each window had a row of white lights on one side, made to look like the bars of jail cell. The name of the club scrolled neon red above the door. The plaza was full of trees and bushes, and there was a small fountain right in the middle. It was currently roped off and full of people. Some held lights and screens. There were three racks of clothes and a table of accessories.
Yoochun walked toward the yellow caution tape, and a security guard eyed him. Yoochun smiled and gestured with his coffee cup towards Jae and the photographer. “I’m the model’s boyfriend. I’m going to sit right here.”
Yoochun sat on a stone bench and the security guard nodded. “If Park Jaebom-shi wants you to move, you better move.”
“I will.”
Jae was right. The wardrobe was non-existent. He was in a pair of red thong underwear. A watch sparkled on his wrist, a silver necklace dangled down his chest, and rings and bracelets covered his left hand and wrist. His red hair was mussed, parts of it sticking up at weird angles. Down his neck and chest were red imprints of lips. The last one hit right above Jae’s nipple. Yoochun wondered for a moment how the make up artist did that particular detail and then shook it off. It was Jae’s job. That’s all.
Jae was standing at the moment, listening intently as the photographer directed and gesticulated and showed Jae how the shot was to be completed.
God, he was gorgeous. Broad shoulders, perfect expanse of abs and an incredibly tiny waist. A bulge in that thong, that Yoochun knew was all Jaejoong. Strong legs, and calf muscles and god, even his feet were gorgeous. His nipples were hard and skin pink from the slightly chilly air. And Yoochun soaked up the sight, felt himself get hard and licked his lips.
There were also three female models nearby listening in. One of them had a pair of jeans clutched in her hands.
“Alright, alright,” the photographer shouted, “let’s do this.”
Jae crouched behind a bush, ass on display and the girls pretended to fight over the jeans.
“Perfect, Jae, gorgeous. Ladies, I want more expression on your faces, come on. Alright, next, shot.”
Jae rose, body supported by his legs, thigh muscles taut, and glanced over the bush to the girls. He bit his lower lip. The photographer snapped a lot of shots
“Fabulous. Okay, Soonya, spot him now, perfect, hold that right there. One more, one more. Alright, alright. Jeans in the air, Jae-“
And Jae jerked away from the bush, stumbling a bit and then up and away as the girls chased after him.
“Alright, stop. Stop. We need to do that again. Girls, come on. We need some more from you. I want this done. And Jae’s freezing his balls off. What use would he be then?”
Jae laughed, and the girls blushed.
“Jae, take a break. Someone get him a robe or something. I’m going to talk to these girls for a moment.”
Jae nodded. A stylist came over and held a robe open for him, and then she whispered something and pointed toward Yoochun. Jae’s head shot up, and then he smiled. He said his thanks and sauntered over to Yoochun. He ducked under the tape.
“Enjoying the show?”
“Watching you naked? Hell, yes. How’s it going? Are you almost through?”
“Eh, it was okay two hours ago, but these girls are making it worse. This is the last shot with them in it and it’s already the fourth time we’ve done it. Jaebom was screaming at them a few hours ago to stop looking at my ass and act like the models they were supposed to be.”
Yoochun laughed and offered his coffee.
“Thanks.” Jae took a few sips and then handed it back. “Too dark.”
“Do you want me to go pick something up for you?”
“No. I’m alright.”
“Jaejoong!”
Jae stood up. “Duty calls. Are you going to hang out for a bit?”
“Yeah. I’ll wait for you.”
“I might be here for three more hours.”
Yoochun shrugged. “There are worse things to do with my time.”
Jae smiled and bent down to kiss his cheek. “I dare you stroke one off while you’re watching me,” he whispered and then moved away and ducked back under the tape.
Yoochun took a deep breath. He wouldn’t stroke one off now, but later, he was going to come all over that red thong.
Jae’s make up was retouched, his hair set, and then the robe fell and Yoochun’s breath caught again. He had to shift in this seat. The security guard smirked at him.
“We’re starting from the beginning. Come on, girls. If we don’t get this right soon, I’ll postpone it and get some models that can actually model.”
It took three more tries before the photographer was satisfied. In the middle of the second, Yoochun’s phone vibrated. Junsu.
~ where are you? ~
= sitting outside Exile, watching Jae do a photo shoot. =
~ kay ~
Yoochun frowned and sent. = what’s wrong =
~ I’ll be there in ten ~
Junsu showed up a few minutes later and sat down hard next to him. His hair was spiked like normal and he was in tight blue jeans and a tight orange shirt that matched his hair. He stole Yoochun’s coffee and downed the rest of it.
“What’s wrong?” Yoochun asked.
“Changmin is an asshole.”
“Uh oh. What happened?”
“I have no idea. We went to his place, had sex three times, and then I said I wanted to go out. I mean, it’s Friday night, but he just wanted to sleep and so I said I was going out, and somehow that meant that I was going to find someone to fuck and, he doesn’t trust me, and I want to go dancing and, so I left and went home and dressed up and felt like shit and knew I couldn’t handle having any fun, so I texted you instead.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You know what I mean.”
“And?”
“And nothing.”
“Well,” Yoochun gestured at the photo shoot, “look at Jae and feel better.”
Junsu looked up and scoffed. “Sexy, but yeah … not Changmin.”
“Why don’t you just go back? And don’t say it’s because he wins. That’s stupid.”
Junsu was silent.
Yoochun’s phone vibrated again.
~ is Junsu with you? ~
Yoochun showed it to Junsu.
“Tell him no,” Junsu muttered.
= he told me to tell you no =
“Fucker,” Junsu said but still smiled.
~ is he sober? ~
= yes =
~ tell him to come home soon. i miss him ~
Junsu shook his head.
“Oh my god! Who is that?”
They both looked up. The photographer was staring at them.
Jae said something, and then the photographer was striding over and ducking under the tape. They both stood and bowed.
“You are fabulous,” he said to Junsu.
Junsu grinned. “Thank you.”
“You ever think of modeling?”
“Modeling? No.”
“You should. Here’s my card. Come by my office tomorrow at nine and we’ll do a test shoot.”
Junsu scoffed, but took the card. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, yes. Wow. You’re stunning. The hair and piercings and … I need more models like you. More ballsy ones, more high and trendy fashion.”
Junsu met Yoochun’s eyes with a smile. “Wow. Okay.”
“Fabulous.” And the photographer turned and ducked back under the tape. “See, girls? He just sits there and looks good. He’s not even a model. Maybe I’ll have him come and chase Jae around since you three obviously don’t want to.”
Yoochun sat back down and laughed at the shocked expression still in Junsu’s eyes.
“Modeling? Wow.” He sat slowly.
“Why are you so surprised, Su? You’re gorgeous. Except when you throw up on me.”
He smiled and then frowned.
“What?”
“I want to tell Changmin.”
“So tell him.”
“But we’re fighting.”
“Come on, Su. If you were to go over there right now, he’s going to shower you with apologetic kisses and probably give you a blow job, or two or five.”
“He’s stubborn though.”
“And I’m sure if he was at work, he wouldn’t. He’d play the cold, unfeeling bastard, but at home, naw. Just go.”
“Thank Jae for me.”
“For what?”
“More wanking material.”
Yoochun laughed and then shoved him. “Go on. Run home to your hubby.”
“Thanks, Chunnie.” Junsu rose, kissed his cheek and then walked away, still staring at the business card.
= junsu is coming home. be nice to him =
~ so no ravishing his ass in anger ~
= that’s okay. He’ll like that =
Yoochun turned his attention back to the photo shoot. The photographer was working with just Jae now. And Jae was wearing a pair of jeans. They were unbuttoned, red thong still on display. His hair was now stylishly messy, body free of lip stick. He positioned and directed Jae for at least two hours. Yoochun couldn’t take his eyes off him. A few times, when told to look away, Jae would meet his eyes, and smirk, before dropping the expression as the photographer snapped at him.
His phone vibrated.
~ how are you always right about my love life, but still manage to fuck up your own? ~
= everything okay =
~ yes. Changmin would say hi, but his mouth is busy ~
= kinky =
~ can’t let you and jae have all the fun. Changmin says you have to open in the morning. ~
= fuck. okay. =
The shoot ended after one am. Jae came over, dressed in his clothes, face free of make up, but hair still styled, and sat down next to Yoochun. He cuddled into him and said, “Take me home.”
Yoochun kissed his head and chuckled. “Yours or mine?”
“Which is closer?”
“Um, mine, I think.”
“Okay.”
“Jaejoong, babe.” Park Jaebom said ‘babe’ in English.
Jae stood up and bowed at the photographer.
“No, sit, sit. You worked really hard. It was pleasure to work with you. Your friend, what was his name?”
“Kim Junsu.”
“Junsu! Yes, that one. Come to the office with him in the morning. We’ll talk contracts while he’s in make up or wardrobe or something.”
“Thank you, Park Jaebom-shi.”
“No, no. Thank you. Now, scat and get some rest.” He shook a finger at Yoochun. “And don’t you mark that beautiful skin up anymore.”
Yoochun blushed and Jae laughed.
“Have a good night, gentleman.” And then his attention was elsewhere, scolding those taking down the lights.
Yoochun stood up before Jae could sit. “Nope. If you sit, you’re not getting back up.”
They headed to the street to flag down a cab.
“What’s your schedule tomorrow?”
“I have to open in the morning.”
“Ah, shit, YooYum, why didn’t you just go home?”
“I wanted to watch you.”
Jae was asleep before the cab pulled up to Yoochun’s building. Yoochun nudged him awake and practically carried him into the elevator and down the hall to his condo.
Yoochun deposited Jae in the ratty chair and then hurried to straighten the blankets of his makeshift bed.
“You should shower and get that crap out of your hair,” Yoochun said.
Jae waved him off, fell to his knees and crawled to the blankets. He collapsed on his stomach and Yoochun knew he was asleep within the minute. Yoochun changed his clothes and got ready for bed. He lay next to Jae, rolled him over and unbuttoned his jeans. As he tugged them down, his breath caught. Jae was still wearing the red thong.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered as he got very hard, very fast.
He pondered his options, and then set his alarm and snuggled into Jae’s body. It could wait a few hours.
When the alarm went off, Yoochun sat up and whacked it off. Jae mumbled something but didn’t wake up. He was on his back, arm curled over his stomach.
Perfect.
Yoochun shucked off his sleep pants and boxers. He reached for the bottle of lube and then coated his fingers. Laying back, Yoochun stared at Jae’s sleeping face. He bent his knees, moved a hand under this leg and started preparing himself. Unable to resist, he stroked his cock with the other one. His gaze slid down Jae’s body, upper half still enclosed in the tight black tank top, lower half caged in the thong. God, he was gorgeous. So incredibly fucking gorgeous, and witty, and caring, and ambitious and determined.
Yoochun wondered what he did to deserve to be dating this man.
With two fingers, Yoochun’s breath sped up and his vision blurred, he slowed the hand on his cock, not wanting to come, but not wanting to stop either. He twisted his fingers faster, gasping as he forced the third one in a bit too soon. He sat up, and with extreme difficulty stopped teasing himself.
Yoochun went to his knees. Without touching him, he straddled Jae’s hips. Very softly, he hooked a finger into the front of the thong and moved it to the side. Jae was limp, but still breathtaking. Yoochun took him in his hand and squeezed, tugging on him. Jae shifted, moaned and Yoochun stopped, waited until Jae was still and then did it again. Jae’s cock grew in his hand. He added lube. Jae moaned again as skin slid against skin.
Breath short, Yoochun repositioned, held Jae’s cock against his hole and then pushed down. He gasped, body tightening. He had to coax his body down. It had been at least a week since he’d had Jae inside of him. Yoochun rode him slowly, up and down, pushing a bit harder with each pass until he was seated on Jae’s lap.
Jae was groaning now, head thrashing.
“JaeJae,” Yoochun whispered, and bent over to kiss Jae’s neck.
“Mm.” Jae’s eyes fluttered.
Yoochun pulled up, pausing to tease the tip of Jae in and out of his hole.
Jae’s hands rose, languid, but settled on Yoochun’s hips loosely.
Yoochun impaled himself, and cried out, and Jae’s body shook.
“Ah, fuck,” he muttered, and then his hips started moving, slow up and down.
Yoochun rode him, head back, fingers tangled in the band of the thong at Jae’s hips.
“If it’s before five am, I’m going to kill you,” Jae muttered, voice deep with sleep.
“Don’t look at the clock then.”
Jae growled, sat up and pulled Yoochun against him. He closed his mouth around the muscle above Yoochun’s nipple and sucked hard. Yoochun threw his head back with a cry of Jae’s name. Their bodies fell in sync. The teasing and preparation had Yoochun’s body more than ready, and almost instantly, pleasure built in his stomach, weaved through his groin and thighs.
“Early morning rape,” Jae said and moved his mouth to Yoochun’s neck and ear.
“Blame the thong,” Yoochun gasped.
One of Jae’s hands slid around his hip, cupped his ass and then a finger pressed in with Jae’s cock.
Yoochun moaned.
“You want more?” Jae whispered.
Yoochun nodded.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Jae, more please more.”
Two more fingers forced their way in. Yoochun threw his head back with an agonized cry.
“Serves you right for waking me up,” Jae said. “Now, fuck me. Ride me hard.”
Jae stopped moving. Yoochun whimpered, but forced his pleasure wracked body to do something. Up until the fingers were almost lost and then down, each stroke accented by a deep moan. Yoochun lost track, lost sense of everything except fingers and cock and hot breath on his neck.
“Faster,” Jae growled.
Yoochun leaned away and a hand pressed into his back to steady him. His moans grew louder with the new angle, breath shorter and pleasure more painful. Everything tightened and stretched, grew unbearably perfect and then gloriously obscene.
“Oh, fuck, Jae. God, Jae! Jae!”
Yoochun’s body shook, and bent forward, mouth closing on Jae’s shoulder, biting as he screamed and came hard between them.
Jae yanked his fingers away, twisted them until Yoochun fell, weak and gasping onto his back. He pushed Yoochun’s legs up and apart by his knees and then slammed into him. Bursts of pleasure tingled through Yoochun’s body as Jae fucked him hard. Jae’s pounding morphed into erratic movements. He pulled out suddenly, ignoring Yoochun’s protest and stroked his cock hard and fast. Yoochun slid down, path blocked by Jae’s knees, but it was enough that when Jae came, Yoochun caught most of it in his face and mouth.
Jae collapsed, falling on top of Yoochun and he had to struggle to get out from underneath him. Jae’s back rose and fell with deep breaths.
“I’m going back to sleep,” he muttered.
Yoochun laughed and leaned down to press a kiss against the skin just above the thong.
“Go ahead. My need has been fulfilled.”
Jae scoffed. He tugged on the thong and Yoochun helped pull it off.
“There,” Jae said. “Since that’s what you wanted. You keep it.”
“I’ll add it to your bag of toys and you can use it to gag me next time.”
Jae propped up on an elbow and examined him carefully.
“What?” Yoochun asked. “You think I’m all kinked out? Give me a break. As soon as we both have time, I expect to be tied down and tortured and driven insane.”
Jae grabbed him, rolled him over and kissed him long and deep.
“And besides,” Yoochun said when he broke away, “I need to be punished for this.”
He traced a finger on the deep bruise forming on Jae’s shoulder.
“Oh, you will be.”
Part 12: RIBBON
Part 10: SUNLIGHT
Part 9: RISKS
Part 8: MOVE
Part 7: INSECURE
Part 6: FRIENDS
Part 5: NAKED
Part 4: LUST
Part 3: TASTE
Part 2: CONTROL
Part 1: EXOTIC
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaejoong/Yoochun, Changmin/Junsu (and combinations of those four), Past!Yoochun/Yunho
Disclaimer: Santa didn't bring them to me for Christmas. I found a note instead: "Shame on you." ... I'm not sure for what, but I think it might have been because of that dream I had where Yoochun was my slave.
Summary: When a sinfully delicious man moves into Yoochun's apartment building, Yoochun's comfort zone is rattled. Can he handle it? Can he handle letting himself go when all he wants to do is cling to the past?
Warnings: VERY VERY IMPORTANT!!! This fic is extremely graphic. This fic will contain restraints, toys, blindfolds, minor torture, water sports and plenty of cursing, moaning, and penetration. It's pretty kinky.
THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO poppy_sky
Poster by ta_tow
Yoochun sauntered into work, a big smile on his face. Jae had, quite thoroughly with fingers and tongue and mouth and throat, gotten him off rather quickly.
Junsu was out in the lobby, taking orders. He wore nice, black slacks and a white button down collared shirt. That was odd enough, but then Yoochun laughed. Junsu’s hair was in pigtails.
“What-”
And that’s all he could say before Junsu smiled warmly at the couple and then grabbed Yoochun’s arm and dragged him to the back.
“Did you know that I kissed a girl yesterday? A girl?” His voice was near screeching levels.
“Yes. I’m the one that pulled you off of her. And I’m the one who convinced you that it would be a bad idea to go to her house. You don’t remember?”
“No. I remember kissing her though, and oh my god.” He shivered. “Why do you let me get drunk?”
“Jae and I were gone for less than a half hour. I left you on the dance floor. How was I supposed to know you’d order more drinks?’”
“I didn’t. The girls kept buying me shots.”
“You didn’t have to drink them.”
“Yeah, and then this morning when Changmin stopped by, he kissed me and I broke away from him and the first thing out of my mouth was, ‘oh fuck I kissed a girl’. Yeah, he was not happy.”
“Hence the hair style?”
Junsu snorted. “And the fucking clothes.”
“I think you look cute,” Yoochun said and tugged on one of the pigtails.
Junsu yanked his head away. “Shut up.”
“You’re lucky you’re not in a skirt and high heels.”
Junsu cringed and lifted his pant leg, revealing lacy tights.
Yoochun laughed and laughed until Junsu started punching him. “Sorry. Ow! Stop. Sorry.” He took a deep breath. “Where is Changmin?”
“He had another lunch date with some girl.”
“That’s going to start bothering you.”
“Says the guy who’s in love with a stripper and a dominator.”
Yoochun smiled. “I told Jae that if it bothered me, then we’d deal with it then. It doesn’t right now.”
“And?”
“And what? It’s not like it was a declaration of love or anything,” Yoochun said. “We’re just … dating.”
Junsu squealed. “Yes. Changmin owes me sixty thousand won, baby.”
“What?”
“Ah, he had no faith in you.”
“I’m a little insulted, but not surprised, that you bet on it.”
“Oh, yeah, baby. It was an easy way to make some cash. I mean, come on. I know you. Changmin doesn’t. Not like I do anyway.”
“Very true. And you have yet to throw up on Changmin.”
Junsu giggled. “Yeah. You’re the only one lucky enough for that.”
“Oh, and you’re welcome. I had to give the cab driver some hefty cash for the cleaning bill.”
Junsu kissed his cheek. “Always looking out for me.”
“It’s what I do.”
Yoochun put a hand on the door, and then stopped and turned around. “Oh, and, just so you know, this morning. I topped.”
He left Junsu with his jaw hanging. Two seconds later, as Yoochun started to mix the drinks that Junsu was neglecting in order to gossip with him, Junsu slammed the door open and then hissed, “You did not.”
“Did, too. Text Jae and ask him if you don’t believe me.”
Junsu pulled out his phone and sent a furious text.
“He’s sleeping, so he may not answer you.”
“Sleeping?”
“Yeah, he has a late photo shoot tonight. And I wore him out.”
But Junsu’s phone vibrated. He looked at it and scoffed, and then showed it to me.
+ lies. all lies. i was on top while I was riding his cock +
Yoochun laughed. “Yeah, we were like that for the last bit of it.”
“God, you’re such a girl even when you top. Make him do all the work.”
“Says the guy wearing tights.”
“Fuck off.”
Yoochun laughed again and left to go serve the drinks he made. Junsu went around the tables, smiling, circulating. Yoochun overheard him tell one table, “Just thought I’d do something different with it today,” and couldn’t help but laugh. Junsu scowled at him.
Some how through the day, Junsu managed to get every single detail of his conversation and morning sex with Jaejoong.
“So? No more lamenting over Yunho?”
“Nope. Fucker is gone for all I care.”
“And if he comes back here again?”
“I ignore him and let someone else serve him, and if I get a chance, spit in his drink.”
“Good.”
It was about eight, right after the dinner rush and right before the night rush, when Changmin stalked into the café. Junsu had been talking to customers, but immediately rose and smiled. And then he frowned.
Changmin’s parents, another couple and a pretty girl had followed Changmin in.
Yoochun eyes widened as Changmin walked through the lobby toward Junsu.
“Min?” Junsu said, voice shaking.
Changmin pulled Junsu by his neck and kissed him long and deep.
Yoochun’s gaze flew over to Changmin’s parents. His mom stared, and then did that thing in the movies: she put her hand on her head and swooned into her husband. The girl gasped and then turned crying into her mother’s shoulder.
Changmin broke away from Junsu. “This is why,” he practically shouted. “Him. Because of him. I am not going to marry one of these girls, Mother. I will not. I love him, and just him. Junsu is my life, Mother. He’s the reason I breathe. And if you don’t understand that, well, I guess that’s your problem then.”
“Son,” his father started and then stopped when his wife wailed. “You’ve broken her heart.”
“And every time I go to one of these stupid set ups, I break his. And mine. I won’t do it anymore, Father. I won’t. I’m twenty-four, and old enough to make my own decisions and he is my decision.”
Changmin’s father looked at Junsu. Junsu winced and then gave him a little wave. “Um, hello,” he said and then buried his face in Changmin’s arm.
Yoochun covered a laugh with a cough.
Changmin’s father looked around and then sighed. “We will talk about this tomorrow.”
Changmin nodded once, and his father led the others out of the café.
After a brief silence, Changmin sighed and then turned around, once more taking Junsu in his arms and kissing him. “I love you, Su.”
“I love you, too, Minnie-ah, but … but …”
“Ah, they’ll get over it. They love me, and I’m spoiled rotten.”
“I know, but … but …” And then he waved his hand around the café at all the guests still staring at them.
Changmin grinned. “You’re right. Let’s get out of here. Yoochun, clock Junsu out.”
Junsu stopped sputtering as Changmin led him out the door. The guests all watched as Changmin practically shoved Junsu into a taxi, and then they were all chattering and throwing questions at Yoochun.
“Are they really in love?” one of the younger girls asked with a frown.
Yoochun nodded. “Yeah, they are.”
“But I thought you and Junsu-oppa were … together,” another said.
“We’re just friends.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yeah.”
One of the girls nudged the other one. “Remember that hot blond guy.”
“Ooh, the pretty one with the amazing body?”
Yoochun laughed. “Yes, that one. But he has dark red hair now.”
“Oh, wow. I bet he looks amazing.”
“Oh my god, speak of the devil.”
Yoochun turned and smiled widely at Jaejoong making his way across the lobby. He was in a tight black tank and a pair of ratty looking jeans that probably cost him a fortune. And then Yoochun turned to the girls. “Not the devil. He’s just a demon.”
“Talking bad about me?” Jae asked and pecked Yoochun’s cheek.
The girls giggled.
“We were admiring your hair,” Yoochun replied.
“And his muscles,” one of the girls muttered and they broke out into nervous giggles.
“Yes, and those,” Yoochun said.
Jae smiled and then flexed his arm. “Feel it,” he said to the girls.
More giggles.
“Go on.”
With a look at Yoochun, one of the girls ran her hand over his arm and then sighed.
“You’ll never get a chance like this,” Jae said, and the other one, blushing deep red, reached up and squeezed his arm.
His smile widened. “Now, scat. Let me flirt with my man for a bit.”
They girls left, chattering away (Oh, he has to be a god or something.) and laughing.
“First, they call you a devil, and then they call you a god.”
Jae shrugged. “Just the effect I have on people. That didn’t bother you?”
“Not really,” Yoochun replied, but he looked away.
“It did a little bit.”
Yoochun held up two fingers really close to each other. “Okay, a tiny bit, but I was licking that muscle earlier today, so I’m alright.”
Jae smiled. “You know, I’ve been here for almost five minutes and you haven’t taken my order yet.”
“I know what you came for, and we don’t have blow jobs on the menu, darling.” Yoochun turned around and started making Jae a latte.
“What would Changmin say to this blatant, awful customer service?”
“Considering that Changmin is probably at home eating Junsu’s ass, I doubt he’ll care.”
“Ooh, story behind that. What happened?”
“He barged in here, parents in tow, and kissed Junsu and practically told his parents to fuck off.”
“Wow. Really?”
“Yeah, they’ve been setting him up on these dates with socialites and he just got sick of it because it was hurting Junsu.”
“Good for him. Junsu talked about it once. I mean, not really talked about it, but I could tell it bothered him.”
Yoochun handed him his coffee. “You don’t have time to visit the office with me, do you?”
Jae smiled. “Unfortunately, no.”
“Too bad. That tank top needs to be ripped off.”
“Okay, so I lied. I do have time, but-” Jae lifted the side of his shirt up. The girls tittered in the background. On Jae’s hip was a small purple mark.
Yoochun grinned. “I would say that I’m sorry, but … yeah, I’m not.”
“I’m lucky it’s only the one,” Jae said.
“Thank my self control.”
“I’d rather destroy it. Tomorrow.”
“Tonight.”
“I won’t have energy tonight. Photo shoots are exhausting.”
“How late is the shoot going to run?”
“I don’t know. Until Park Jaebom-shi is satisfied. You going to stop by and watch?”
“I won’t distract you, will I?”
“No. Security won’t let you close enough to distract me.”
Yoochun leaned over the counter and kissed him. Long, lazy with a questing tongue. He pulled back, leaving Jae breathless with eyes shut. “Just remember that I’ll be there and don’t let it distract you.”
“Fucker,” Jae whispered.
“See you later.” Yoochun kissed him one more time before Jae left.
Less than three hours later, Yoochun climbed out of a cab in front of Exile. The three story club was all windows, not the kind you could see into of course. Each window had a row of white lights on one side, made to look like the bars of jail cell. The name of the club scrolled neon red above the door. The plaza was full of trees and bushes, and there was a small fountain right in the middle. It was currently roped off and full of people. Some held lights and screens. There were three racks of clothes and a table of accessories.
Yoochun walked toward the yellow caution tape, and a security guard eyed him. Yoochun smiled and gestured with his coffee cup towards Jae and the photographer. “I’m the model’s boyfriend. I’m going to sit right here.”
Yoochun sat on a stone bench and the security guard nodded. “If Park Jaebom-shi wants you to move, you better move.”
“I will.”
Jae was right. The wardrobe was non-existent. He was in a pair of red thong underwear. A watch sparkled on his wrist, a silver necklace dangled down his chest, and rings and bracelets covered his left hand and wrist. His red hair was mussed, parts of it sticking up at weird angles. Down his neck and chest were red imprints of lips. The last one hit right above Jae’s nipple. Yoochun wondered for a moment how the make up artist did that particular detail and then shook it off. It was Jae’s job. That’s all.
Jae was standing at the moment, listening intently as the photographer directed and gesticulated and showed Jae how the shot was to be completed.
God, he was gorgeous. Broad shoulders, perfect expanse of abs and an incredibly tiny waist. A bulge in that thong, that Yoochun knew was all Jaejoong. Strong legs, and calf muscles and god, even his feet were gorgeous. His nipples were hard and skin pink from the slightly chilly air. And Yoochun soaked up the sight, felt himself get hard and licked his lips.
There were also three female models nearby listening in. One of them had a pair of jeans clutched in her hands.
“Alright, alright,” the photographer shouted, “let’s do this.”
Jae crouched behind a bush, ass on display and the girls pretended to fight over the jeans.
“Perfect, Jae, gorgeous. Ladies, I want more expression on your faces, come on. Alright, next, shot.”
Jae rose, body supported by his legs, thigh muscles taut, and glanced over the bush to the girls. He bit his lower lip. The photographer snapped a lot of shots
“Fabulous. Okay, Soonya, spot him now, perfect, hold that right there. One more, one more. Alright, alright. Jeans in the air, Jae-“
And Jae jerked away from the bush, stumbling a bit and then up and away as the girls chased after him.
“Alright, stop. Stop. We need to do that again. Girls, come on. We need some more from you. I want this done. And Jae’s freezing his balls off. What use would he be then?”
Jae laughed, and the girls blushed.
“Jae, take a break. Someone get him a robe or something. I’m going to talk to these girls for a moment.”
Jae nodded. A stylist came over and held a robe open for him, and then she whispered something and pointed toward Yoochun. Jae’s head shot up, and then he smiled. He said his thanks and sauntered over to Yoochun. He ducked under the tape.
“Enjoying the show?”
“Watching you naked? Hell, yes. How’s it going? Are you almost through?”
“Eh, it was okay two hours ago, but these girls are making it worse. This is the last shot with them in it and it’s already the fourth time we’ve done it. Jaebom was screaming at them a few hours ago to stop looking at my ass and act like the models they were supposed to be.”
Yoochun laughed and offered his coffee.
“Thanks.” Jae took a few sips and then handed it back. “Too dark.”
“Do you want me to go pick something up for you?”
“No. I’m alright.”
“Jaejoong!”
Jae stood up. “Duty calls. Are you going to hang out for a bit?”
“Yeah. I’ll wait for you.”
“I might be here for three more hours.”
Yoochun shrugged. “There are worse things to do with my time.”
Jae smiled and bent down to kiss his cheek. “I dare you stroke one off while you’re watching me,” he whispered and then moved away and ducked back under the tape.
Yoochun took a deep breath. He wouldn’t stroke one off now, but later, he was going to come all over that red thong.
Jae’s make up was retouched, his hair set, and then the robe fell and Yoochun’s breath caught again. He had to shift in this seat. The security guard smirked at him.
“We’re starting from the beginning. Come on, girls. If we don’t get this right soon, I’ll postpone it and get some models that can actually model.”
It took three more tries before the photographer was satisfied. In the middle of the second, Yoochun’s phone vibrated. Junsu.
~ where are you? ~
= sitting outside Exile, watching Jae do a photo shoot. =
~ kay ~
Yoochun frowned and sent. = what’s wrong =
~ I’ll be there in ten ~
Junsu showed up a few minutes later and sat down hard next to him. His hair was spiked like normal and he was in tight blue jeans and a tight orange shirt that matched his hair. He stole Yoochun’s coffee and downed the rest of it.
“What’s wrong?” Yoochun asked.
“Changmin is an asshole.”
“Uh oh. What happened?”
“I have no idea. We went to his place, had sex three times, and then I said I wanted to go out. I mean, it’s Friday night, but he just wanted to sleep and so I said I was going out, and somehow that meant that I was going to find someone to fuck and, he doesn’t trust me, and I want to go dancing and, so I left and went home and dressed up and felt like shit and knew I couldn’t handle having any fun, so I texted you instead.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You know what I mean.”
“And?”
“And nothing.”
“Well,” Yoochun gestured at the photo shoot, “look at Jae and feel better.”
Junsu looked up and scoffed. “Sexy, but yeah … not Changmin.”
“Why don’t you just go back? And don’t say it’s because he wins. That’s stupid.”
Junsu was silent.
Yoochun’s phone vibrated again.
~ is Junsu with you? ~
Yoochun showed it to Junsu.
“Tell him no,” Junsu muttered.
= he told me to tell you no =
“Fucker,” Junsu said but still smiled.
~ is he sober? ~
= yes =
~ tell him to come home soon. i miss him ~
Junsu shook his head.
“Oh my god! Who is that?”
They both looked up. The photographer was staring at them.
Jae said something, and then the photographer was striding over and ducking under the tape. They both stood and bowed.
“You are fabulous,” he said to Junsu.
Junsu grinned. “Thank you.”
“You ever think of modeling?”
“Modeling? No.”
“You should. Here’s my card. Come by my office tomorrow at nine and we’ll do a test shoot.”
Junsu scoffed, but took the card. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, yes. Wow. You’re stunning. The hair and piercings and … I need more models like you. More ballsy ones, more high and trendy fashion.”
Junsu met Yoochun’s eyes with a smile. “Wow. Okay.”
“Fabulous.” And the photographer turned and ducked back under the tape. “See, girls? He just sits there and looks good. He’s not even a model. Maybe I’ll have him come and chase Jae around since you three obviously don’t want to.”
Yoochun sat back down and laughed at the shocked expression still in Junsu’s eyes.
“Modeling? Wow.” He sat slowly.
“Why are you so surprised, Su? You’re gorgeous. Except when you throw up on me.”
He smiled and then frowned.
“What?”
“I want to tell Changmin.”
“So tell him.”
“But we’re fighting.”
“Come on, Su. If you were to go over there right now, he’s going to shower you with apologetic kisses and probably give you a blow job, or two or five.”
“He’s stubborn though.”
“And I’m sure if he was at work, he wouldn’t. He’d play the cold, unfeeling bastard, but at home, naw. Just go.”
“Thank Jae for me.”
“For what?”
“More wanking material.”
Yoochun laughed and then shoved him. “Go on. Run home to your hubby.”
“Thanks, Chunnie.” Junsu rose, kissed his cheek and then walked away, still staring at the business card.
= junsu is coming home. be nice to him =
~ so no ravishing his ass in anger ~
= that’s okay. He’ll like that =
Yoochun turned his attention back to the photo shoot. The photographer was working with just Jae now. And Jae was wearing a pair of jeans. They were unbuttoned, red thong still on display. His hair was now stylishly messy, body free of lip stick. He positioned and directed Jae for at least two hours. Yoochun couldn’t take his eyes off him. A few times, when told to look away, Jae would meet his eyes, and smirk, before dropping the expression as the photographer snapped at him.
His phone vibrated.
~ how are you always right about my love life, but still manage to fuck up your own? ~
= everything okay =
~ yes. Changmin would say hi, but his mouth is busy ~
= kinky =
~ can’t let you and jae have all the fun. Changmin says you have to open in the morning. ~
= fuck. okay. =
The shoot ended after one am. Jae came over, dressed in his clothes, face free of make up, but hair still styled, and sat down next to Yoochun. He cuddled into him and said, “Take me home.”
Yoochun kissed his head and chuckled. “Yours or mine?”
“Which is closer?”
“Um, mine, I think.”
“Okay.”
“Jaejoong, babe.” Park Jaebom said ‘babe’ in English.
Jae stood up and bowed at the photographer.
“No, sit, sit. You worked really hard. It was pleasure to work with you. Your friend, what was his name?”
“Kim Junsu.”
“Junsu! Yes, that one. Come to the office with him in the morning. We’ll talk contracts while he’s in make up or wardrobe or something.”
“Thank you, Park Jaebom-shi.”
“No, no. Thank you. Now, scat and get some rest.” He shook a finger at Yoochun. “And don’t you mark that beautiful skin up anymore.”
Yoochun blushed and Jae laughed.
“Have a good night, gentleman.” And then his attention was elsewhere, scolding those taking down the lights.
Yoochun stood up before Jae could sit. “Nope. If you sit, you’re not getting back up.”
They headed to the street to flag down a cab.
“What’s your schedule tomorrow?”
“I have to open in the morning.”
“Ah, shit, YooYum, why didn’t you just go home?”
“I wanted to watch you.”
Jae was asleep before the cab pulled up to Yoochun’s building. Yoochun nudged him awake and practically carried him into the elevator and down the hall to his condo.
Yoochun deposited Jae in the ratty chair and then hurried to straighten the blankets of his makeshift bed.
“You should shower and get that crap out of your hair,” Yoochun said.
Jae waved him off, fell to his knees and crawled to the blankets. He collapsed on his stomach and Yoochun knew he was asleep within the minute. Yoochun changed his clothes and got ready for bed. He lay next to Jae, rolled him over and unbuttoned his jeans. As he tugged them down, his breath caught. Jae was still wearing the red thong.
“Fuck,” Yoochun muttered as he got very hard, very fast.
He pondered his options, and then set his alarm and snuggled into Jae’s body. It could wait a few hours.
When the alarm went off, Yoochun sat up and whacked it off. Jae mumbled something but didn’t wake up. He was on his back, arm curled over his stomach.
Perfect.
Yoochun shucked off his sleep pants and boxers. He reached for the bottle of lube and then coated his fingers. Laying back, Yoochun stared at Jae’s sleeping face. He bent his knees, moved a hand under this leg and started preparing himself. Unable to resist, he stroked his cock with the other one. His gaze slid down Jae’s body, upper half still enclosed in the tight black tank top, lower half caged in the thong. God, he was gorgeous. So incredibly fucking gorgeous, and witty, and caring, and ambitious and determined.
Yoochun wondered what he did to deserve to be dating this man.
With two fingers, Yoochun’s breath sped up and his vision blurred, he slowed the hand on his cock, not wanting to come, but not wanting to stop either. He twisted his fingers faster, gasping as he forced the third one in a bit too soon. He sat up, and with extreme difficulty stopped teasing himself.
Yoochun went to his knees. Without touching him, he straddled Jae’s hips. Very softly, he hooked a finger into the front of the thong and moved it to the side. Jae was limp, but still breathtaking. Yoochun took him in his hand and squeezed, tugging on him. Jae shifted, moaned and Yoochun stopped, waited until Jae was still and then did it again. Jae’s cock grew in his hand. He added lube. Jae moaned again as skin slid against skin.
Breath short, Yoochun repositioned, held Jae’s cock against his hole and then pushed down. He gasped, body tightening. He had to coax his body down. It had been at least a week since he’d had Jae inside of him. Yoochun rode him slowly, up and down, pushing a bit harder with each pass until he was seated on Jae’s lap.
Jae was groaning now, head thrashing.
“JaeJae,” Yoochun whispered, and bent over to kiss Jae’s neck.
“Mm.” Jae’s eyes fluttered.
Yoochun pulled up, pausing to tease the tip of Jae in and out of his hole.
Jae’s hands rose, languid, but settled on Yoochun’s hips loosely.
Yoochun impaled himself, and cried out, and Jae’s body shook.
“Ah, fuck,” he muttered, and then his hips started moving, slow up and down.
Yoochun rode him, head back, fingers tangled in the band of the thong at Jae’s hips.
“If it’s before five am, I’m going to kill you,” Jae muttered, voice deep with sleep.
“Don’t look at the clock then.”
Jae growled, sat up and pulled Yoochun against him. He closed his mouth around the muscle above Yoochun’s nipple and sucked hard. Yoochun threw his head back with a cry of Jae’s name. Their bodies fell in sync. The teasing and preparation had Yoochun’s body more than ready, and almost instantly, pleasure built in his stomach, weaved through his groin and thighs.
“Early morning rape,” Jae said and moved his mouth to Yoochun’s neck and ear.
“Blame the thong,” Yoochun gasped.
One of Jae’s hands slid around his hip, cupped his ass and then a finger pressed in with Jae’s cock.
Yoochun moaned.
“You want more?” Jae whispered.
Yoochun nodded.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes, Jae, more please more.”
Two more fingers forced their way in. Yoochun threw his head back with an agonized cry.
“Serves you right for waking me up,” Jae said. “Now, fuck me. Ride me hard.”
Jae stopped moving. Yoochun whimpered, but forced his pleasure wracked body to do something. Up until the fingers were almost lost and then down, each stroke accented by a deep moan. Yoochun lost track, lost sense of everything except fingers and cock and hot breath on his neck.
“Faster,” Jae growled.
Yoochun leaned away and a hand pressed into his back to steady him. His moans grew louder with the new angle, breath shorter and pleasure more painful. Everything tightened and stretched, grew unbearably perfect and then gloriously obscene.
“Oh, fuck, Jae. God, Jae! Jae!”
Yoochun’s body shook, and bent forward, mouth closing on Jae’s shoulder, biting as he screamed and came hard between them.
Jae yanked his fingers away, twisted them until Yoochun fell, weak and gasping onto his back. He pushed Yoochun’s legs up and apart by his knees and then slammed into him. Bursts of pleasure tingled through Yoochun’s body as Jae fucked him hard. Jae’s pounding morphed into erratic movements. He pulled out suddenly, ignoring Yoochun’s protest and stroked his cock hard and fast. Yoochun slid down, path blocked by Jae’s knees, but it was enough that when Jae came, Yoochun caught most of it in his face and mouth.
Jae collapsed, falling on top of Yoochun and he had to struggle to get out from underneath him. Jae’s back rose and fell with deep breaths.
“I’m going back to sleep,” he muttered.
Yoochun laughed and leaned down to press a kiss against the skin just above the thong.
“Go ahead. My need has been fulfilled.”
Jae scoffed. He tugged on the thong and Yoochun helped pull it off.
“There,” Jae said. “Since that’s what you wanted. You keep it.”
“I’ll add it to your bag of toys and you can use it to gag me next time.”
Jae propped up on an elbow and examined him carefully.
“What?” Yoochun asked. “You think I’m all kinked out? Give me a break. As soon as we both have time, I expect to be tied down and tortured and driven insane.”
Jae grabbed him, rolled him over and kissed him long and deep.
“And besides,” Yoochun said when he broke away, “I need to be punished for this.”
He traced a finger on the deep bruise forming on Jae’s shoulder.
“Oh, you will be.”
Part 12: RIBBON
Part 10: SUNLIGHT
Part 9: RISKS
Part 8: MOVE
Part 7: INSECURE
Part 6: FRIENDS
Part 5: NAKED
Part 4: LUST
Part 3: TASTE
Part 2: CONTROL
Part 1: EXOTIC
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