Move in Boyfriend 12/13
Title: Move In Boyfriend 12/13
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
SIX MONTHS LATER
“I still don’t see why you had to drag me here,” Junsu muttered as he picked up a box shouting that the contents inside were guaranteed to give you the best pleasure of your life.
“Would you believe moral support?” Yoochun replied, wiggling a dildo in Junsu’s face.
Junsu snatched it away. “No.”
“Okay, so, I guess I want you to see what I buy and then you can imagine what I’m going to do with it all.”
“But Jae has ball gags and plugs and all this stuff.”
“Yes, but if I asked him for what I wanted, then he wouldn’t be surprised.”
“I’m still not sure what you need two pairs of handcuffs for. You can’t do much of anything with handcuffs on.”
“Oh yee of little faith.”
“What? Don’t speak in English.”
“Just trust me. I have it all planned out.”
“You better let Jae take pictures.”
“Tell you what. Jae should be getting home at about six thirty today. Text him at six twenty and tell him to take pictures.”
“Fine.” Junsu pouted. “I can’t believe you’re going to hog Jaejoong on his birthday like this.”
“Calm down. Jae and I have already agreed to your plans for Changmin’s birthday, so you can take advantage of him then. And we are all going out to dinner tomorrow.”
“I know, I know.”
“And god, you whiny bastard, what about the drunken threesome on New Year’s, huh?”
“Changmin was sober and you weren’t there, so that doesn’t count.”
“You still got to suck Jae’s cock.”
“I know, I know.”
Yoochun popped the cap off a tube of lube and took a tentative whiff and then dabbed some on his finger and licked it. “Don’t tell me you’re getting bored of Changmin?”
“Oh, fuck, no. Sex at least once a day does not equate to being bored of someone.”
“No.”
“I just … I like being with you two, you know.”
“Yes. I do know. Trust me. Jae and I like it too or else you horny bastards would never see us. And, besides, you have a photo shoot tomorrow and Jae can’t keep his mouth or teeth off your back or your ass.”
“True. Are you through yet?”
Yoochun sighed. “No. I still need one more thing.”
Junsu looked in the little basket on Yoochun’s arm. “Didn’t you say you wanted a plug, too?”
“Yeah, but now I’m thinking something different.”
“Well, what?”
“Nope. That would be spilling secrets.”
“Just tell me what you’re planning.”
“Hot kinky sex.”
“Fuck you.”
Yoochun stopped suddenly, staring at a shelf. And then he turned to Junsu, an evil smile curling his lips. “Perfect,” he said and took a box off the shelf.
“God, Yoochun, you kinky bastard. What do you need that for?”
“To shove in my ass, Susu.”
“I really hate you.”
---ooo---
Yoochun surveyed his master bathroom. There were little touches of Jae everywhere. The second vanity held his toothbrush and razor and lotions and more skin and hair products than Yoochun knew the uses for. His own vanity was bare compared to Jae’s. But at Jae’s apartment, Yoochun had a drawer in the bathroom. And one in the bedroom, clothes in his closet.
Yoochun sighed. Just last week, Jae had hinted at just living together. Again. And he understood why. The only time they ever slept apart was when Jae had to work late at Uncut Diamond. He’d stopped stripping a couple months ago, accepting a vice president position under the owner of the club. He schmoozed clients and hired men and otherwise ran the place.
The dominator job had ended almost immediately with Jae saying, “YooYum, darling, I didn’t quit the job. Consider yourself my only client.”
Yoochun frowned a bit, remembering that day. He still felt guilty about it, guilty about the one jealous reaction he had when Jae came home all Demon-ed up with scratch marks on his back. The guilt, of course, had come later, because the first thing Yoochun had done was drag Jae to the bedroom and show him just what he thought of his Demon persona. Jae had quit just a few weeks later.
And then with the demands of Uncut Diamond, Jae had to stop bartending, wearing himself out trying to work double shifts. After almost a week with no sex because Jae just collapsed into bed, unconscious in two minutes, Yoochun had enough, and yet again “convinced” him to tone down the workload.
But even Yoochun wouldn’t stop him from modeling. He only modeled for Park Jaebom and only a couple times a month. Junsu was turning into Jaebom’s top model. Girls and guys alike flooded the café just to get a glimpse of him and maybe his autograph.
Yoochun sighed. Everything was perfect, so why did he feel like something was missing?
He needed to talk to Jaejoong about it. Their relationship was fabulous. Maybe … maybe Yoochun was just waiting for it to all fall apart. Well, he wouldn’t think about it right now. He had a birthday surprise to set up.
Yoochun took a shower, jerking off because he knew he wasn’t going to be able to come again for hours. Jae would have called it cheating, but Yoochun did it anyway. He dried off and then covered his entire body in the lotion Jae liked the most. He used it to stroke his cock back to hardness, and then snapped the novelty cock ring around the base. His hands shook as he grabbed two of the red streamers. His eyes crossed as the ring pressed into his already sensitive cock. He wrapped the cloth ties up around his cock, cinching them tightly just below the head and then tying a fail little bow.
He fingered his nipples until they were red. He hissed when the clamps tightened around each nub. He took two more streamers from the cock ring and tied them to the nipple clamps. With a deep breath, he shut his eyes tightly against the sensation. He knew this was going to be a bit difficult to do himself, and he also knew that Jae would be more than satisfied with how he was already, but he definitely wanted more.
Uncapping the new bottle of lube (lemon flavored, Jae’s secret weakness), Yoochun spread some on his fingers. He prepared himself slowly. He was gasping and cursing and strongly thinking of loosening the cock ring by the time he had four fingers stretching himself open.
Unable to stand, Yoochun crawled over to the bag and took out the gag, blindfold, handcuffs, and dildo, wondering how to get everything on. The ball gag was first, and then he latched one cuff on each wrist. Junsu had called him crazy, but he hadn’t bought padded ones. He wanted to feel the sting in his wrists. He slid the blindfold onto his head.
He blushed, looking at himself. He was more than willing to do anything Jae wanted in the bedroom, and Jae never held anything back. Some nights, Yoochun’s screams echoed around the condo even after Jae had finished whipping and abusing his body, but some days, Yoochun still couldn’t believe that stuff like this turned him on.
His phone beeped.
He crawled to the counter, wincing, hissing and groaning as the movement pulled at his cock and nipples.
+ i’m on my way home. what does junsu want pictures of +
Yoochun thought of ignoring the text, but then typed back. ~ new decoration in the master bathroom ~
+ ooh, what did you buy me +
Yoochun ignored that. He had less than ten minutes.
He crawled back to the last few toys. On the wall between the Jacuzzi and Jae’s vanity were four towel rings. He grabbed the rings on the ends to judge the distances. He wanted to be stretched, laid out, shaking. He covered the dildo with lube. It was large, not the largest thing Jae had slammed into his ass, but definitely enough to stretch him wide. Eyeing the distance again, Yoochun positioned the suctioned end where he wanted it, and then tugged, testing the give. The dildo stayed put, firmly fastened to the tiled floor. Perfect.
Yoochun kneeled over it, positioned it against his hole and then slowly worked himself down on it. His vision blurred, cock jumping and painful. He had to stop, take deep breaths, and then a few moments later, he was sitting on the floor, dildo buried deep. Unable to stop himself, he tugged on the ribbons, gasping as pain laced through his nipples. He took another deep breath and then leaned back, moaning when the dildo slid out of him a tiny bit. He hooked the other cuff of his right wrist onto one of the towel rings. With one more look at his body to make sure everything was perfect, Yoochun covered his eyes with the blindfold. He reached for the other towel ring straining a bit until fingers met metal, and then he snapped the other cuff on it.
His head fell back as his arms stretched taut. Pain shot through his nipples and cock again as the ribbon between them was pulled tight. The metal of the cuffs dug into his wrists. He tried to bend his knees, put his feet flat on the floor to take some of the weight off, but the dildo threatened to slide out and he had to stretch his legs out again.
Yoochun tried to breathe normally, but every breath manipulated the clamps and cock ring. Time disappeared, life narrowed down to the pain and fullness of his body.
Hours, minutes, moments later, Jae’s voice rang through the apartment. “YooYum?”
Yoochun whimpered.
“Hm,” Jae said, voice still carrying. “It’s my birthday, and my boyfriend isn’t here to welcome me with open arms? What the fuck? Maybe this is a sign that he’s leaving me and I’ll just go home to my own apartment.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut behind the blindfold. Jae’s voice was playful, almost like he knew what was coming.
“God, he’s not even laid out naked in bed for me,” Jae said, closer. “Guess I’ll take a picture of whatever is in the master bath and then leave him to his own devices.”
The bathroom door clicked open.
There was a quick intake of breath, a muffled, “holy shit,” and then Yoochun whimpered, tugging on the cuffs and lifting his hips off the dildo.
“Fuck pictures, Junsu’s getting a video.”
Yoochun tried to laughed, but the movement threw pain across his chest.
Jae’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I think the first thing I’m going to do is unwrap my present, remove the ribbon with my teeth, and then, then I think I’ll play with it, use this little toy how I want. Say hello to Junsu, YooYum.”
Yoochun whimpered and then screamed when Jae’s fingers pinched his sore nipples.
“Sorry, darling SuSu, but that’s all you’re getting. Don’t call, don’t text, don’t come over. And don’t be surprised if I’ve used my birthday present so much that we cancel dinner plans tomorrow. Love you. Give Minnie-ah a kiss for me.”
Jae’s phone clattered to the floor, and then his presence moved away and Yoochun whimpered.
“Just a moment, YooYum.”
Yoochun’s ears picked up the sound of clothes falling to the floor and then the bottle of lube being uncapped. Jae moaned.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now? God. And here I thought we were going to have a quiet dinner and slow, passionate sex all night and instead I come home to this? Fuck, Yoochun, you’re going to be the death of me one day. And it’s going to be a sweet death, right at the moment of climax.”
Yoochun jerked and squealed when fingers traced the edge of the dildo in his ass.
“Ride it,” Jae said, and held Yoochun’s ankles for support.
Muscles screaming, Yoochun lifted off the dildo and then back down. A tongue licked up his cock and his cry was muffled behind the gag, moving faster. Teeth nipped along the ribbon, up to the head and then pressed down on the swollen, purple tip of his cock. The ribbon was tugged, yanked and his nipples were stretched again. The pressure around his cock lessened only a bit as the ribbon unwound. And then Yoochun cried out again as his cock was engulfed in a hot mouth. He whimpered when it just as quickly went away.
“Stop.”
Yoochun stopped. A hot mouth kissed up his hips, over his stomach and then tortured his sore nipples, biting sucking pulling on the clamps, until Yoochun could do nothing but mewl. The lips continued, up his chest and throat, over his neck. Jae licked around the ball gag and then continued licking, across his shoulders and then up each strained arm, pausing to mouth the metal of the cuffs.
Fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and Yoochun’s eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold, tears soaked up by the cloth.
And then his eyes flew open and he gasped as he felt his cock being inched into Jae’s ass. Jae’s lips attached to a nipple again, and the double bursts of pain and pleasure from both his cock and the clamp had Yoochun’s body wracking and jerking in a dry orgasm.
“So beautiful,” Jae crooned. “Ride the dildo, YooYum. Fuck me hard.”
Dizzy with pleasure, blinded by more than just the blindfold, Yoochun did as he was told, hands again holding his ankles.
“Fuck, Yooyum, I love it when you top me. I love the slide of your cock in my ass. Go faster. Faster. Fuck.”
Yoochun tried, whimpering as he fought for purchase to slam into Jae’s ass. The dildo scraped on his insides. And just as pleasure built around him, his body taut with need, the ball gag came out of his mouth.
“I want to hear you.”
Yoochun cried out, something that sounded like Jae, but wasn’t really, more a needy muffled groan as another orgasm teased him from the release he really needed. His cock was so hard, so full and each press into Jae’s ass, pushed pain up his back and groin.
“Harder, YooYum, please. Give me more.” Jae’s voice was breathless.
Yoochun thrust up, the dildo sliding out of him, and he groaned, but bent his knees, repositioned and fucked Jae as hard as he could. Pain flew down his arms as most of his upper body weight pressed the cuffs into his wrists.
“Fuck, Yoochun. Faster. More.”
Yoochun whimpered and moaned, mouth open and head back.
“So good, Yoochun, so fucking good. Ah, shit, a bit more, just … oh god.”
Jae’s body was suddenly gone and Yoochun fucked the air for a moment before screaming as the ribbons on both nipples were pulled tight. Come shot in his open mouth and he swallowed eagerly, licking at the warm fluid. Lips and teeth and a tongue followed right behind it and Jae kissed him hard. The cuffs clinked as they were released and Yoochun screamed as his muscles protested the sudden lack of tension.
He blinked at light, and closed his eyes as the blindfold was taken off.
“God, Yoochun, I love you so fucking much,” Jae whispered.
“Love. Too.” Yoochun managed between gasps, and Jae laughed.
“Oops.”
“What?”
“Sort of made you bleed a bit.” Jae leaned down and gently removed a nipple clamp. Blood pooled into the three punctures and then spilled over. Jae licked it up and Yoochun gasped.
“Sorry,” Jae whispered and then carefully removed the other one. “Any other surprises for me?”
Yoochun let out a short laugh. “No.”
“Good, because I’m going to take you to our bed and spread open your ass and fuck you into the mattress.”
Jae stood, lifted Yoochun in his arms and carried him through the door to the bedroom. He placed him on the red linens (newer ones since the old ones had too many come stains to hide).
“Kneel and then grab the headboard, YooYum,” Jae said and slapped his ass.
Yoochun kneeled. And as soon as his hands gripped the top, the cuffs were looped around it and attached to the opposite wrist.
Jae gave him no time to relax and spread his ass and licked him, tongue fucking his stretched hole. Yoochun’s back bowed and he cried out, tugging on the cuffs. The ribbons from the cock ring tickled up his crack and along his back.
“And now I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to let you come and then I’m going to fuck you some more.”
Yoochun whimpered. “God, please, JaeJae. Please, fuck-” Yoochun screamed as Jae slammed into his ass. Jae set a fast pace, sliding all the way out and then all the way back in each time. Yoochun’s body shivered uncontrollably. His head lowered between his hands, eyes shut, mouth open in a constant moan. Again, hours or minutes or moments passed, and pleasure coiled and twisted and swam through Yoochun. His body tightened in dry orgasm after dry orgasm. His cock throbbed painfully. The hands gripping his hips were all the purchase he had as the room spun and floated and concaved around him.
And then one of the hands moved and gripped his cock.
Yoochun screamed.
“Do you want to come yet, YooYum?”
Yoochun whimpered.
“I can fuck you forever. Do you think you could hold off coming forever?”
Yoochun’s head shook and his body quivered. “No, please, Jae, please.”
“Please what, darling?”
The hand on his cock slowed, the fucking of his ass sped up.
“Come. Please. Need. Come.”
“You want me to come inside you? Is that what you want?”
“Please, let me. I need, oh, fuck Jae.”
Jae started yanking on the ribbons again, and Yoochun screamed.
“Oh, you want to come.”
“Yes, fuck, Jae! Come! Please let me come! Please!”
“In a moment.”
And Jae sped up, fucking him harder, hand pulling on the ribbons in the same rhythm. Yoochun screamed, took a breath and screamed again, muttered incoherent versions of Jae’s name and please, and then screamed again. The shaking of Jae’s body shook through his own and warm, come filled his hole and he whimpered in disappointment. His whole body was focused on the absolute need to come.
And then a tongue licked him, pressed into him and fingers followed, digging at him and spreading the walls of his hole wider. The fingers disappeared and then pressed into his mouth and he licked them clean, sucking on them as they were brought to his lips again with more come.
“Please, Jae, please. I need to come,” he whimpered. “It hurts.”
The cuffs were released, and he sagged to the bed, crying out when the fabric brushed against his sensitive cock.
Jae rolled him over. “Look at me, Yoochun.”
Yoochun opened one eyes. Jae leaned over him and then pressed their foreheads together. “I love you so much. You know that right?”
Yoochun managed to nod.
“I’m not sure you can begin to understand though, YooYum. I know I haven’t been open about my past and I know you hate talking about yours, but really, I never ever thought I’d fall in love with someone like you.”
Yoochun smiled past his gasps.
“You’re everything I want and everything I need and sometimes I love you so much it hurts.”
Jae kissed him then, needy but softly. And then he tugged on the ribbons again, and Yoochun broke away with a cry.
“Speaking of hurting,” Jae smirked and then slid down Yoochun’s body. He took Yoochun’s cock in his mouth and sucked hard.
Yoochun screamed, body arching, hands tangling in Jae’s hair as Jae sucked on him.
“Fuck, Jae, please, please take it off. Please.”
He couldn’t stop the whimpers as Jae traced the cock ring. His finger paused on the clasp and Yoochun let out a half whimper and half moan that turned to a scream when the ring was released and blood, fluid and feeling rushed through his body to the tip of his cock. Jae sucked, moved up and down once, and then twice and Yoochun was curling up, hands twisting in his hair, body spasming as he finally came, Jae’s name tearing from his throat. Everything went black and tingly and Yoochun fell to the bed.
He came to with the feel of fingers on his skin, tracing up his stomach and chest.
“Ah, there you are,” Jae whispered and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You alright?”
Yoochun tried to curl into Jae’s body and winced. “Fabulous. You?”
“Never better. I have the tub full of nice warm water if you’d care to join me.”
“You may have to carry me.”
“So? Come on.”
Jae stood. Yoochun sat up and winced again. Jae hooked an arm around his body and lifted him. He led them to the bathroom, placing fluttering kisses along Yoochun’s shoulder and arm and cheek.
“Have I told you how much I love watching you fall apart underneath me?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yes. A few times.”
“Well, I love it.”
Jae settled him into the tub, flipped the jets on and then climbed in behind him. Arms and legs wrapped around him. Yoochun leaned against his body and let the water soothe his muscles.
“Love you,” Yoochun muttered and pressed lips against Jae’s chin.
“I love you, too, YooYum.”
Yoochun frowned as that feeling from earlier filled him again.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Liar. Tell me.”
“I feel like something is missing.”
Jae froze and then cleared his throat. “Missing? From what?”
“This. Us.”
“Okay, now you’re really scaring me.”
“I can’t explain it, but it’s just this feeling that maybe there’s something else.”
Jae moved away and faced him. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Yoochun winced. “I’m not breaking up with you.”
“Then what the fuck is this because that’s what it sounds like to me.”
“No, I just … never mind.”
“Oh, no. Don’t you never mind me. What else do you need, Chunnie? What’s missing?”
Yoochun turned away. He folded his arms on the edge of the tub and then leaned his chin on them. “Scratch my back,” he whispered.
Shaking hands settled on his skin and then nails scraped across his shoulders.
He never should have said anything, but Jae would have found out something was wrong with him pretty quickly. He was awful at hiding his feelings from strangers, let alone the man that he saw every day.
What was missing? Jae was the perfect boyfriend. Their relationship was strong, and the level of trust Yoochun had in Jae was unparallel. Well, maybe he trusted Junsu a tiny bit more, but that’s only because he’d known Junsu his entire life. Maybe he should have tried to figure out what was wrong by talking to Junsu first.
“I love you, Yoochun. A lot. Aren’t you happy with me?”
“Yes, happier than I’ve ever been.”
“Then … why …”
Yoochun sighed and turned around. Jae settled on his lap and Yoochun put his arms around him. He kissed him lightly and then said, “I feel like I’m missing part of you, like … I don’t’ know. Like you’re not quite here and yet here.”
“That makes no sense.”
“I know. I told you it didn’t.”
“And?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re here, so I don’t know why I feel like you’re not here.”
And then it dawned on him. It was so simple really. Sometimes after a fabulous night or afternoon or morning of fucking, Jae would leave, go back to his place and get ready for the day or grab a few things before coming back to Yoochun.
“I don’t want you to leave,” Yoochun said suddenly.
“Why would I leave you?” Jae demanded.
Yoochun shook his head. “No, no. That’s not what I mean. I … you shouldn’t have to leave. In the morning or at night or after a quickie during your lunch break. You should … you should just stay and not have to get stuff. Your stuff should be here.”
Jae narrowed his eyes. “Okay. I think I’m getting what you’re trying to say, but say it. And in Korean, so I can hear it, and so I’m not confused.”
Yoochun smiled. “Move in with me.”
Jae’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Really really. I don’t want you to ever have to leave, JaeJae. Ever. Even for a moment.”
“Oh my god, you’re serious.”
“Stop acting like you haven’t been trying to get me to ask you for the last month and a half, alright?”
Jae laughed, hugged him and then swallowed his breath with a kiss. “Shit. I have to go get my things. I have to tell my landlord. Fuck, we need to call MinSu. Changmin owes us money now.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “You bet on when I’d ask you?”
“Of course.”
Jae started to climb from the tub. Yoochun grabbed his waist and pulled him back.
“No. You’re not leaving tonight. At all. We can do all that tomorrow. Stay.”
Jae smiled. “Forever,” he whispered and kissed Yoochun again.
They washed each other, head to toe, and then rinsed off in the shower. Dried off and naked, they curled up together in their bed, Yoochun with his head on Jae’s chest. Jae ran fingers through his wet hair.
“I love you, my YooYum.”
“I love you, too, JaeJae.”
The soft touch of fingers and steady rise and fall of Jae’s chest lulled Yoochun to sleep.
Part 13: LOVE
Part 11: PHOTOS
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
SIX MONTHS LATER
“I still don’t see why you had to drag me here,” Junsu muttered as he picked up a box shouting that the contents inside were guaranteed to give you the best pleasure of your life.
“Would you believe moral support?” Yoochun replied, wiggling a dildo in Junsu’s face.
Junsu snatched it away. “No.”
“Okay, so, I guess I want you to see what I buy and then you can imagine what I’m going to do with it all.”
“But Jae has ball gags and plugs and all this stuff.”
“Yes, but if I asked him for what I wanted, then he wouldn’t be surprised.”
“I’m still not sure what you need two pairs of handcuffs for. You can’t do much of anything with handcuffs on.”
“Oh yee of little faith.”
“What? Don’t speak in English.”
“Just trust me. I have it all planned out.”
“You better let Jae take pictures.”
“Tell you what. Jae should be getting home at about six thirty today. Text him at six twenty and tell him to take pictures.”
“Fine.” Junsu pouted. “I can’t believe you’re going to hog Jaejoong on his birthday like this.”
“Calm down. Jae and I have already agreed to your plans for Changmin’s birthday, so you can take advantage of him then. And we are all going out to dinner tomorrow.”
“I know, I know.”
“And god, you whiny bastard, what about the drunken threesome on New Year’s, huh?”
“Changmin was sober and you weren’t there, so that doesn’t count.”
“You still got to suck Jae’s cock.”
“I know, I know.”
Yoochun popped the cap off a tube of lube and took a tentative whiff and then dabbed some on his finger and licked it. “Don’t tell me you’re getting bored of Changmin?”
“Oh, fuck, no. Sex at least once a day does not equate to being bored of someone.”
“No.”
“I just … I like being with you two, you know.”
“Yes. I do know. Trust me. Jae and I like it too or else you horny bastards would never see us. And, besides, you have a photo shoot tomorrow and Jae can’t keep his mouth or teeth off your back or your ass.”
“True. Are you through yet?”
Yoochun sighed. “No. I still need one more thing.”
Junsu looked in the little basket on Yoochun’s arm. “Didn’t you say you wanted a plug, too?”
“Yeah, but now I’m thinking something different.”
“Well, what?”
“Nope. That would be spilling secrets.”
“Just tell me what you’re planning.”
“Hot kinky sex.”
“Fuck you.”
Yoochun stopped suddenly, staring at a shelf. And then he turned to Junsu, an evil smile curling his lips. “Perfect,” he said and took a box off the shelf.
“God, Yoochun, you kinky bastard. What do you need that for?”
“To shove in my ass, Susu.”
“I really hate you.”
---ooo---
Yoochun surveyed his master bathroom. There were little touches of Jae everywhere. The second vanity held his toothbrush and razor and lotions and more skin and hair products than Yoochun knew the uses for. His own vanity was bare compared to Jae’s. But at Jae’s apartment, Yoochun had a drawer in the bathroom. And one in the bedroom, clothes in his closet.
Yoochun sighed. Just last week, Jae had hinted at just living together. Again. And he understood why. The only time they ever slept apart was when Jae had to work late at Uncut Diamond. He’d stopped stripping a couple months ago, accepting a vice president position under the owner of the club. He schmoozed clients and hired men and otherwise ran the place.
The dominator job had ended almost immediately with Jae saying, “YooYum, darling, I didn’t quit the job. Consider yourself my only client.”
Yoochun frowned a bit, remembering that day. He still felt guilty about it, guilty about the one jealous reaction he had when Jae came home all Demon-ed up with scratch marks on his back. The guilt, of course, had come later, because the first thing Yoochun had done was drag Jae to the bedroom and show him just what he thought of his Demon persona. Jae had quit just a few weeks later.
And then with the demands of Uncut Diamond, Jae had to stop bartending, wearing himself out trying to work double shifts. After almost a week with no sex because Jae just collapsed into bed, unconscious in two minutes, Yoochun had enough, and yet again “convinced” him to tone down the workload.
But even Yoochun wouldn’t stop him from modeling. He only modeled for Park Jaebom and only a couple times a month. Junsu was turning into Jaebom’s top model. Girls and guys alike flooded the café just to get a glimpse of him and maybe his autograph.
Yoochun sighed. Everything was perfect, so why did he feel like something was missing?
He needed to talk to Jaejoong about it. Their relationship was fabulous. Maybe … maybe Yoochun was just waiting for it to all fall apart. Well, he wouldn’t think about it right now. He had a birthday surprise to set up.
Yoochun took a shower, jerking off because he knew he wasn’t going to be able to come again for hours. Jae would have called it cheating, but Yoochun did it anyway. He dried off and then covered his entire body in the lotion Jae liked the most. He used it to stroke his cock back to hardness, and then snapped the novelty cock ring around the base. His hands shook as he grabbed two of the red streamers. His eyes crossed as the ring pressed into his already sensitive cock. He wrapped the cloth ties up around his cock, cinching them tightly just below the head and then tying a fail little bow.
He fingered his nipples until they were red. He hissed when the clamps tightened around each nub. He took two more streamers from the cock ring and tied them to the nipple clamps. With a deep breath, he shut his eyes tightly against the sensation. He knew this was going to be a bit difficult to do himself, and he also knew that Jae would be more than satisfied with how he was already, but he definitely wanted more.
Uncapping the new bottle of lube (lemon flavored, Jae’s secret weakness), Yoochun spread some on his fingers. He prepared himself slowly. He was gasping and cursing and strongly thinking of loosening the cock ring by the time he had four fingers stretching himself open.
Unable to stand, Yoochun crawled over to the bag and took out the gag, blindfold, handcuffs, and dildo, wondering how to get everything on. The ball gag was first, and then he latched one cuff on each wrist. Junsu had called him crazy, but he hadn’t bought padded ones. He wanted to feel the sting in his wrists. He slid the blindfold onto his head.
He blushed, looking at himself. He was more than willing to do anything Jae wanted in the bedroom, and Jae never held anything back. Some nights, Yoochun’s screams echoed around the condo even after Jae had finished whipping and abusing his body, but some days, Yoochun still couldn’t believe that stuff like this turned him on.
His phone beeped.
He crawled to the counter, wincing, hissing and groaning as the movement pulled at his cock and nipples.
+ i’m on my way home. what does junsu want pictures of +
Yoochun thought of ignoring the text, but then typed back. ~ new decoration in the master bathroom ~
+ ooh, what did you buy me +
Yoochun ignored that. He had less than ten minutes.
He crawled back to the last few toys. On the wall between the Jacuzzi and Jae’s vanity were four towel rings. He grabbed the rings on the ends to judge the distances. He wanted to be stretched, laid out, shaking. He covered the dildo with lube. It was large, not the largest thing Jae had slammed into his ass, but definitely enough to stretch him wide. Eyeing the distance again, Yoochun positioned the suctioned end where he wanted it, and then tugged, testing the give. The dildo stayed put, firmly fastened to the tiled floor. Perfect.
Yoochun kneeled over it, positioned it against his hole and then slowly worked himself down on it. His vision blurred, cock jumping and painful. He had to stop, take deep breaths, and then a few moments later, he was sitting on the floor, dildo buried deep. Unable to stop himself, he tugged on the ribbons, gasping as pain laced through his nipples. He took another deep breath and then leaned back, moaning when the dildo slid out of him a tiny bit. He hooked the other cuff of his right wrist onto one of the towel rings. With one more look at his body to make sure everything was perfect, Yoochun covered his eyes with the blindfold. He reached for the other towel ring straining a bit until fingers met metal, and then he snapped the other cuff on it.
His head fell back as his arms stretched taut. Pain shot through his nipples and cock again as the ribbon between them was pulled tight. The metal of the cuffs dug into his wrists. He tried to bend his knees, put his feet flat on the floor to take some of the weight off, but the dildo threatened to slide out and he had to stretch his legs out again.
Yoochun tried to breathe normally, but every breath manipulated the clamps and cock ring. Time disappeared, life narrowed down to the pain and fullness of his body.
Hours, minutes, moments later, Jae’s voice rang through the apartment. “YooYum?”
Yoochun whimpered.
“Hm,” Jae said, voice still carrying. “It’s my birthday, and my boyfriend isn’t here to welcome me with open arms? What the fuck? Maybe this is a sign that he’s leaving me and I’ll just go home to my own apartment.”
Yoochun’s eyes shut behind the blindfold. Jae’s voice was playful, almost like he knew what was coming.
“God, he’s not even laid out naked in bed for me,” Jae said, closer. “Guess I’ll take a picture of whatever is in the master bath and then leave him to his own devices.”
The bathroom door clicked open.
There was a quick intake of breath, a muffled, “holy shit,” and then Yoochun whimpered, tugging on the cuffs and lifting his hips off the dildo.
“Fuck pictures, Junsu’s getting a video.”
Yoochun tried to laughed, but the movement threw pain across his chest.
Jae’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I think the first thing I’m going to do is unwrap my present, remove the ribbon with my teeth, and then, then I think I’ll play with it, use this little toy how I want. Say hello to Junsu, YooYum.”
Yoochun whimpered and then screamed when Jae’s fingers pinched his sore nipples.
“Sorry, darling SuSu, but that’s all you’re getting. Don’t call, don’t text, don’t come over. And don’t be surprised if I’ve used my birthday present so much that we cancel dinner plans tomorrow. Love you. Give Minnie-ah a kiss for me.”
Jae’s phone clattered to the floor, and then his presence moved away and Yoochun whimpered.
“Just a moment, YooYum.”
Yoochun’s ears picked up the sound of clothes falling to the floor and then the bottle of lube being uncapped. Jae moaned.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now? God. And here I thought we were going to have a quiet dinner and slow, passionate sex all night and instead I come home to this? Fuck, Yoochun, you’re going to be the death of me one day. And it’s going to be a sweet death, right at the moment of climax.”
Yoochun jerked and squealed when fingers traced the edge of the dildo in his ass.
“Ride it,” Jae said, and held Yoochun’s ankles for support.
Muscles screaming, Yoochun lifted off the dildo and then back down. A tongue licked up his cock and his cry was muffled behind the gag, moving faster. Teeth nipped along the ribbon, up to the head and then pressed down on the swollen, purple tip of his cock. The ribbon was tugged, yanked and his nipples were stretched again. The pressure around his cock lessened only a bit as the ribbon unwound. And then Yoochun cried out again as his cock was engulfed in a hot mouth. He whimpered when it just as quickly went away.
“Stop.”
Yoochun stopped. A hot mouth kissed up his hips, over his stomach and then tortured his sore nipples, biting sucking pulling on the clamps, until Yoochun could do nothing but mewl. The lips continued, up his chest and throat, over his neck. Jae licked around the ball gag and then continued licking, across his shoulders and then up each strained arm, pausing to mouth the metal of the cuffs.
Fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, and Yoochun’s eyes squeezed shut behind the blindfold, tears soaked up by the cloth.
And then his eyes flew open and he gasped as he felt his cock being inched into Jae’s ass. Jae’s lips attached to a nipple again, and the double bursts of pain and pleasure from both his cock and the clamp had Yoochun’s body wracking and jerking in a dry orgasm.
“So beautiful,” Jae crooned. “Ride the dildo, YooYum. Fuck me hard.”
Dizzy with pleasure, blinded by more than just the blindfold, Yoochun did as he was told, hands again holding his ankles.
“Fuck, Yooyum, I love it when you top me. I love the slide of your cock in my ass. Go faster. Faster. Fuck.”
Yoochun tried, whimpering as he fought for purchase to slam into Jae’s ass. The dildo scraped on his insides. And just as pleasure built around him, his body taut with need, the ball gag came out of his mouth.
“I want to hear you.”
Yoochun cried out, something that sounded like Jae, but wasn’t really, more a needy muffled groan as another orgasm teased him from the release he really needed. His cock was so hard, so full and each press into Jae’s ass, pushed pain up his back and groin.
“Harder, YooYum, please. Give me more.” Jae’s voice was breathless.
Yoochun thrust up, the dildo sliding out of him, and he groaned, but bent his knees, repositioned and fucked Jae as hard as he could. Pain flew down his arms as most of his upper body weight pressed the cuffs into his wrists.
“Fuck, Yoochun. Faster. More.”
Yoochun whimpered and moaned, mouth open and head back.
“So good, Yoochun, so fucking good. Ah, shit, a bit more, just … oh god.”
Jae’s body was suddenly gone and Yoochun fucked the air for a moment before screaming as the ribbons on both nipples were pulled tight. Come shot in his open mouth and he swallowed eagerly, licking at the warm fluid. Lips and teeth and a tongue followed right behind it and Jae kissed him hard. The cuffs clinked as they were released and Yoochun screamed as his muscles protested the sudden lack of tension.
He blinked at light, and closed his eyes as the blindfold was taken off.
“God, Yoochun, I love you so fucking much,” Jae whispered.
“Love. Too.” Yoochun managed between gasps, and Jae laughed.
“Oops.”
“What?”
“Sort of made you bleed a bit.” Jae leaned down and gently removed a nipple clamp. Blood pooled into the three punctures and then spilled over. Jae licked it up and Yoochun gasped.
“Sorry,” Jae whispered and then carefully removed the other one. “Any other surprises for me?”
Yoochun let out a short laugh. “No.”
“Good, because I’m going to take you to our bed and spread open your ass and fuck you into the mattress.”
Jae stood, lifted Yoochun in his arms and carried him through the door to the bedroom. He placed him on the red linens (newer ones since the old ones had too many come stains to hide).
“Kneel and then grab the headboard, YooYum,” Jae said and slapped his ass.
Yoochun kneeled. And as soon as his hands gripped the top, the cuffs were looped around it and attached to the opposite wrist.
Jae gave him no time to relax and spread his ass and licked him, tongue fucking his stretched hole. Yoochun’s back bowed and he cried out, tugging on the cuffs. The ribbons from the cock ring tickled up his crack and along his back.
“And now I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to let you come and then I’m going to fuck you some more.”
Yoochun whimpered. “God, please, JaeJae. Please, fuck-” Yoochun screamed as Jae slammed into his ass. Jae set a fast pace, sliding all the way out and then all the way back in each time. Yoochun’s body shivered uncontrollably. His head lowered between his hands, eyes shut, mouth open in a constant moan. Again, hours or minutes or moments passed, and pleasure coiled and twisted and swam through Yoochun. His body tightened in dry orgasm after dry orgasm. His cock throbbed painfully. The hands gripping his hips were all the purchase he had as the room spun and floated and concaved around him.
And then one of the hands moved and gripped his cock.
Yoochun screamed.
“Do you want to come yet, YooYum?”
Yoochun whimpered.
“I can fuck you forever. Do you think you could hold off coming forever?”
Yoochun’s head shook and his body quivered. “No, please, Jae, please.”
“Please what, darling?”
The hand on his cock slowed, the fucking of his ass sped up.
“Come. Please. Need. Come.”
“You want me to come inside you? Is that what you want?”
“Please, let me. I need, oh, fuck Jae.”
Jae started yanking on the ribbons again, and Yoochun screamed.
“Oh, you want to come.”
“Yes, fuck, Jae! Come! Please let me come! Please!”
“In a moment.”
And Jae sped up, fucking him harder, hand pulling on the ribbons in the same rhythm. Yoochun screamed, took a breath and screamed again, muttered incoherent versions of Jae’s name and please, and then screamed again. The shaking of Jae’s body shook through his own and warm, come filled his hole and he whimpered in disappointment. His whole body was focused on the absolute need to come.
And then a tongue licked him, pressed into him and fingers followed, digging at him and spreading the walls of his hole wider. The fingers disappeared and then pressed into his mouth and he licked them clean, sucking on them as they were brought to his lips again with more come.
“Please, Jae, please. I need to come,” he whimpered. “It hurts.”
The cuffs were released, and he sagged to the bed, crying out when the fabric brushed against his sensitive cock.
Jae rolled him over. “Look at me, Yoochun.”
Yoochun opened one eyes. Jae leaned over him and then pressed their foreheads together. “I love you so much. You know that right?”
Yoochun managed to nod.
“I’m not sure you can begin to understand though, YooYum. I know I haven’t been open about my past and I know you hate talking about yours, but really, I never ever thought I’d fall in love with someone like you.”
Yoochun smiled past his gasps.
“You’re everything I want and everything I need and sometimes I love you so much it hurts.”
Jae kissed him then, needy but softly. And then he tugged on the ribbons again, and Yoochun broke away with a cry.
“Speaking of hurting,” Jae smirked and then slid down Yoochun’s body. He took Yoochun’s cock in his mouth and sucked hard.
Yoochun screamed, body arching, hands tangling in Jae’s hair as Jae sucked on him.
“Fuck, Jae, please, please take it off. Please.”
He couldn’t stop the whimpers as Jae traced the cock ring. His finger paused on the clasp and Yoochun let out a half whimper and half moan that turned to a scream when the ring was released and blood, fluid and feeling rushed through his body to the tip of his cock. Jae sucked, moved up and down once, and then twice and Yoochun was curling up, hands twisting in his hair, body spasming as he finally came, Jae’s name tearing from his throat. Everything went black and tingly and Yoochun fell to the bed.
He came to with the feel of fingers on his skin, tracing up his stomach and chest.
“Ah, there you are,” Jae whispered and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You alright?”
Yoochun tried to curl into Jae’s body and winced. “Fabulous. You?”
“Never better. I have the tub full of nice warm water if you’d care to join me.”
“You may have to carry me.”
“So? Come on.”
Jae stood. Yoochun sat up and winced again. Jae hooked an arm around his body and lifted him. He led them to the bathroom, placing fluttering kisses along Yoochun’s shoulder and arm and cheek.
“Have I told you how much I love watching you fall apart underneath me?”
Yoochun smiled. “Yes. A few times.”
“Well, I love it.”
Jae settled him into the tub, flipped the jets on and then climbed in behind him. Arms and legs wrapped around him. Yoochun leaned against his body and let the water soothe his muscles.
“Love you,” Yoochun muttered and pressed lips against Jae’s chin.
“I love you, too, YooYum.”
Yoochun frowned as that feeling from earlier filled him again.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Liar. Tell me.”
“I feel like something is missing.”
Jae froze and then cleared his throat. “Missing? From what?”
“This. Us.”
“Okay, now you’re really scaring me.”
“I can’t explain it, but it’s just this feeling that maybe there’s something else.”
Jae moved away and faced him. “What the fuck does that mean?”
Yoochun winced. “I’m not breaking up with you.”
“Then what the fuck is this because that’s what it sounds like to me.”
“No, I just … never mind.”
“Oh, no. Don’t you never mind me. What else do you need, Chunnie? What’s missing?”
Yoochun turned away. He folded his arms on the edge of the tub and then leaned his chin on them. “Scratch my back,” he whispered.
Shaking hands settled on his skin and then nails scraped across his shoulders.
He never should have said anything, but Jae would have found out something was wrong with him pretty quickly. He was awful at hiding his feelings from strangers, let alone the man that he saw every day.
What was missing? Jae was the perfect boyfriend. Their relationship was strong, and the level of trust Yoochun had in Jae was unparallel. Well, maybe he trusted Junsu a tiny bit more, but that’s only because he’d known Junsu his entire life. Maybe he should have tried to figure out what was wrong by talking to Junsu first.
“I love you, Yoochun. A lot. Aren’t you happy with me?”
“Yes, happier than I’ve ever been.”
“Then … why …”
Yoochun sighed and turned around. Jae settled on his lap and Yoochun put his arms around him. He kissed him lightly and then said, “I feel like I’m missing part of you, like … I don’t’ know. Like you’re not quite here and yet here.”
“That makes no sense.”
“I know. I told you it didn’t.”
“And?”
Yoochun shrugged. “I don’t know. You’re here, so I don’t know why I feel like you’re not here.”
And then it dawned on him. It was so simple really. Sometimes after a fabulous night or afternoon or morning of fucking, Jae would leave, go back to his place and get ready for the day or grab a few things before coming back to Yoochun.
“I don’t want you to leave,” Yoochun said suddenly.
“Why would I leave you?” Jae demanded.
Yoochun shook his head. “No, no. That’s not what I mean. I … you shouldn’t have to leave. In the morning or at night or after a quickie during your lunch break. You should … you should just stay and not have to get stuff. Your stuff should be here.”
Jae narrowed his eyes. “Okay. I think I’m getting what you’re trying to say, but say it. And in Korean, so I can hear it, and so I’m not confused.”
Yoochun smiled. “Move in with me.”
Jae’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Really really. I don’t want you to ever have to leave, JaeJae. Ever. Even for a moment.”
“Oh my god, you’re serious.”
“Stop acting like you haven’t been trying to get me to ask you for the last month and a half, alright?”
Jae laughed, hugged him and then swallowed his breath with a kiss. “Shit. I have to go get my things. I have to tell my landlord. Fuck, we need to call MinSu. Changmin owes us money now.”
Yoochun rolled his eyes. “You bet on when I’d ask you?”
“Of course.”
Jae started to climb from the tub. Yoochun grabbed his waist and pulled him back.
“No. You’re not leaving tonight. At all. We can do all that tomorrow. Stay.”
Jae smiled. “Forever,” he whispered and kissed Yoochun again.
They washed each other, head to toe, and then rinsed off in the shower. Dried off and naked, they curled up together in their bed, Yoochun with his head on Jae’s chest. Jae ran fingers through his wet hair.
“I love you, my YooYum.”
“I love you, too, JaeJae.”
The soft touch of fingers and steady rise and fall of Jae’s chest lulled Yoochun to sleep.
Part 13: LOVE
Part 11: PHOTOS
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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