baseCODE 15/?
Title: baseCODE 15/?
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, Changmin/Yunho, Donghae/Eunhyuk, Heechul/Yoochun, Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, Siwon/Ryeowook
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: Not mine to rate track or own. I really wish I could order them to have sex with each other and let me tape it, but ... yeah, can't do that.
Summary: Junsu is a normal twenty-three year old. He has retired from Duty to the People and he's content to spend the next two years relaxing before his Date of Expiration. His biggest fear is that the love he carries for his roommate will be discovered. But Jaejoong is not who he says he is, and Junsu finds himself in a race to save not only Jaejoong's life, but ultimately his own.
This fic is first person from Junsu's POV and it is written in present tense. Chapter titles are quotes from "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare.
Poster credit goes to yceam!!! It's awesome, darling! ♥
Part 15: swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon / that monthly changes in her circled orb
... for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
From Romeo & Juliet
Mind and body heavy, I trudge up the stairs. The kitchen is dark and empty. Or so I think until someone moves in the corner and I yelp.
“Fuck, Yoochun,” I say, “you scared the crap out of me.”
Yoochun snorts and sits at the table. Compelled, I weave to him, not sure why. He’s drinking a beer and he holds it out for me. I take a swig and make a face at the alcoholic taste.
He chuckles and reaches next to him for another one.
I sip on the beer. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Heechul is still being pissy.”
“Ah.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“You.”
“Oh.”
I don’t say anything else and take a heavy swallow. It’s pretty nasty, but I don’t stop drinking it.
“Jaejoong is going to be mad that you taste like alcohol.”
“He’ll be even madder when he finds out I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Yeah, that’d be bad.”
Yoochun slides closer to me and I know I should slide away but I don’t. I sit there, hands clutching the bottle and do nothing as his lips land softly on my neck. Nothing. I wish I had done nothing. I gasp and tilt my head giving him better access to my neck.
He licks up to my ear, and whispers, “Technically, this is a very very bad idea. But I can’t help it.” His hand slides down my back, finger cupping what he can reach of my ass. “I hate shooting people. I hate it, and I just … need someone. I …” He sucks softly on my neck, pulling uncontrollable shivers from me. “And technically, Jaejoong and I had sex when he was dating you. We can just even up the score.” His arm snakes around my waist.
I turn my head. Our lips touch and he tilts his head and molds them together. We both stay like that, and then Yoochun moves and I follow him, whimpering quietly as our tongues touch and his hand slides down my chest. His hand lands on my crotch, fingers easily gripping my erection through my jeans.
I moan, blushing in the dark. The bottle slips from my fingers and clatters on the table. Yoochun grabs it and pushes it away from me. And then his hand is on my erection again, palm rubbing the bulge while his fingers lower the zipper of my jeans.
I grip his wrist with both hands, and shake my head.
He smirks and licks my lips until we’re kissing again.
Pleasure is spiraling through me, frantic quick forbidden. It’s like I’ve never been touched before.
Yoochun grunts in frustration when he can’t get his hand into my tight jeans. I don’t have time to be thankful that he can’t. He jerks me to the side, grabs my legs and wrenches me around, and I’m spinning until the table is digging to my back.
Yoochun kneels between my legs and yanks on my jeans.
“Yoo-Yoochun, ah, I …”
Yoochun doesn’t even look at me, gives up on the jeans and pulls my dick through the opening of my boxers.
“Yoochun,” I hiss, and then moan when warm lips cover the head of my cock. One hand scrambles for purchase in his short hair, the other ends up in my mouth, and I bite down on it, hard to muffle my moans.
Yoochun bobs his head up and down, my cock muffling his moans. His other hand is moving, stroking himself off, and I whimper because I want to see and I don’t want to see and oh god, this is so wrong, so so very wrong.
My upper body jerks away from the table and I curl over him, shaking and gasping as I come in his mouth. He moans and sucks on me, swallowing the evidence of my betrayal. Still recovering, I push him away, yank back, gasping and turn away from him. My hands fumble to put my dick away and button my jeans.
A different sort of frantic.
Tears sting my eyes.
Lips land on the back of my neck, so close to my baseCODE. “Let me fuck you, please, Su-ah.”
I shut my eyes, shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Even after that?”
“No. I …” I bury my face in my hands and try not to cry.
“You don’t want me to fuck you?” he whispers, licking my earlobe.
I shake my head. “No. I … I can’t.”
Yoochun smiles, makes an amused noise and his arms wrap around my body. “You just had to find that out for yourself.”
I take a deep breath and lean back against him. His hands run up and down my chest. “A test huh?”
“Sure, if you want to look at it that way. And I say you passed.” His tongue is wet along the edge of my ear. “Go up to bed. Go up to Jaejoong.”
I sigh, and whisper, “How can I now?”
“Between you and me, Xiah-baby. No one else needs to know.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Having more self control than I do.”
Yoochun snorts. “You’re the one that stopped us.”
I finally slide away from him. I down the rest of the beer and don’t look back at him as I leave the kitchen. EunHae are snuggled on the couch, in the dark, watching a movie. Well, there is a movie playing. They aren’t really watching it.
I run up the stairs, and at the top my head swims, my vision blurs, and I lurch to the bathroom. Saliva floods my mouth, and I barely make it to the toilet before I’m throwing up the beer. My knees land hard on the tile and I wrap my hands around the cool porcelain.
“Junsu? Shit.”
I turn my head away, but Jaejoong kneels next to me anyway. He flushes the toilet and I swallow bile in my mouth.
“What’s wrong? And why do you smell like beer?”
“Blame Yoochun.” I don’t tell him that the answer to both of his questions is the same.
“Fucker.”
“I’m okay. Just … tonight, and that guy Yoochun shot, and Junho and-” Getting sucked off by your best friend.
Jaejoong helps me up and holds me steady while I brush vomit and beer taste out of my mouth. He’s attentive and sweet and he helps me pull my clothes off and climb into bed. I lay next to him for a moment, naked next to his clothed body, and then curl into his warmth. I hold him tightly, desperately and curse myself for ever thinking a single moment with Yoochun is worth what I have with Jaejoong.
“I love you,” I mutter into his chest.
He kisses the top of my head. “I love you too.”
I feel like shit when I wake up, but it’s more mental than anything physical. Jaejoong is lying next to me, propped up on the headboard, reading something. His upper body is bare. I snuggle closer to him, arms around his waist. He moves his magazine and runs his hands through my hair.
“Wanna talk about it now?” Jaejoong asks.
I shake my head. “Don’t make me.”
“I won’t.”
My finger tugs on the navel piercing, and he smiles.
Like this, without Yoochun anywhere near me, it’s easy to remember that I love Jaejoong. I try not to think of Jaejoong and Yoochun together. How many times or how long did they have sex before Jaejoong stopped because he is in love with me? And does it matter? Right now?
I don’t think it does. When we first were assigned as roommates, I didn’t think I’d fall in love with him. And Jaejoong is two years older than I am. With that kind of freedom, with the freedom I now have, I don’t blame Jaejoong for experimenting and having sex. Sex is amazing.
Sex with Jaejoong is amazing. I can’t help but think of how it would be with someone else. I know I should probably talk to him about this, but I don’t know how. I don’t want him to think I want to have sex with someone else. Even though part of me does. Just to see. Just to figure it out.
“It’s late,” he whispers. “Everyone is either downstairs or in YooChul’s case, fucking. The shower is free.”
“Maybe in a minute.” I hold him tighter, trying not to think about Yoochun fucking Heechul.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah.” I move my fingers and replace them with my tongue and mouth.
Jaejoong’s stomach twitches, concaving with each touch of my tongue to the sensitive skin. I tug on the piercing with my teeth. Moaning, Jaejoong lifts his hips, rubbing his erection against my chest. I drag my tongue down the sparse smattering of hair to the top of his sweat pants.
“Su-ah,” he whispers.
I hook my hands at the elastic and pull up and down. He isn’t wearing underwear and his cock flips to strait, tip glistening. I lick my lips. When I let go of his pants, the band catches on his balls, pushing them up. I put my attention there first, lapping at the stretched skin. His breathing speeds up, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t touch me.
I look up at him as I run my tongue up the shaft and to the tip. I flick my tongue on the ridge.
There is a knock, and I scowl at the door for only a moment, and then go back to teasing the soft head.
“Junsu,” Jaejoong whispers.
“Don’t care,” I reply.
Whoever it is knocks again. The handle turns, and I grab the edge of the blanket and fling it over my head. I keep playing, fingers trailing up and down the now-shadowy bends of his hips and abs.
“Junsu,” Jaejoong says again.
“Hey, guys …” Yunho says and then breaks off and laughs. “Am I interrupting?”
Jaejoong chuckles, and I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, and he moans. “What’s up?”
“You.”
“Hm, yeah.”
I use my tongue and teeth to play with the soft head, lifting his cock away from his body. I trace the taut skin around his testicles.
“Just came up to tell Junsu that Junho is awake.”
I hum around the dick in my mouth. Jaejoong practically whimpers, and Yunho laughs at us. He says something else that I don’t pay attention to, and a moment later, the door clicks shut.
Jaejoong rips the blanket off my head, his hands tangle in my hair, and I gag on his cock when he lifts up and slams my face back down. I relax, pliant and willing, as he fucks my mouth. He pulls my head up, fingers tight in my hair. His other hand drops to his dick, stroking quickly. I gasp, tongue reaching for the weeping slit, and then have a face full of come. I shut my eyes, lick my lips and his cock while he pumps out his release. I suck softly on the sensitive head. Come drips down my cheeks.
Jaejoong gently tugs on my hair, and I look up. His eyes are soft, caring. Loving, and I shut my eyes and turn away. I lean my cheek on his stomach. There is a drop of come on the piercing and I lap it up.
“Fuck, Su …”
“Please,” I whisper, and twist my body so I can hump his leg. Show him how hard I am. I don’t want to think and when Jaejoong is fucking me, I don’t have to think.
He grabs my hair and yanks me up to his mouth. His knee bends too, so I can still rock against him while we kiss.
With a growl, he shoves me away, and I land on my stomach next to him. He crawls over me, biting at my already bruised back. I want to see him, look at him and beg him. Without him in my sight, I might think of someone else and I definitely don’t want to do that.
I try to roll over and he growls another warning, mouth closed around a hunk of skin from my neck. I press against him, his cock nestled in the cleft of my ass.
“Hold still.”
I don’t and I can’t, rocking back into him.
Jaejoong pulls away from me, kneeling behind me. He grabs my hips and jerks me until I’m on my knees, head on the bed. I have just a moment to adjust the spread of my legs and then he’s spanking me. Hard.
“Why so disobedient today?” he demands in between spankings.
I reach above my head, fingers scrambling for purchase. I grip the sheet until I’m sure I’ll tear through it.
God, it hurts, stings. It’s what I need.
“Sorry,” I whisper, and then almost shout, tears springing to my eyes. “So, so … sorry. Just … fuck me, please.”
Jaejoong runs his hands up and down my sore ass, and then pinches me. Over and over. I find a pillow and bury my face in it, biting down, letting it soak up my tears. I scream into it when Jaejoong’s hand slips between my legs and strokes my hard dick, tugs on my hanging heavy balls.
Warm breath trickles over my bruised skin, and then Jaejoong bites me, sucks the curves of my ass into his mouth, leaving hickeys and teeth marks in between the pinches. With one hand squeezing an ass cheek, he spreads me open and licks at my begging body. Sensations narrow down to the sinful slide of his tongue in and out of me and his fingers adding more bruises and pain until I’m at the edge, hovering beyond the line of sanity. Hanging, waiting, incoherent.
What feels like years but is only moments later, I’m coming hard, humping the air and fucking his hand, splattering my release all over the bed.
Jaejoong pulls away from me completely.
I gasp in the silence, willing my body under control.
Jaejoong says nothing and doesn’t move for a long time.
I open my eyes and he’s a blurry form behind me. Head against the bed, I reach behind me and grip my ass, spread myself open. “Fuck me. Please, just fuck me.”
Jaejoong tilts his head in concern. He reaches for me, but it’s not my ass he touches, but my hand. The fleshy part of my thumb where I’d bit down so hard the night before while coming inside Yoochun’s mouth.
It’s the only mark on my body that he did not leave.
I shut my eyes.
His hands slide over my ass. Gently and careful. A moment later, lube trickles down the cleft of my ass and I moan gratefully. The heaviness of his cock settles between my cheeks, rubs up and down, over and over.
I hold my breath until he finally breaches me. He grips my sore ass and moves slowly, carefully. I want hard and fast, I want it now, all of it, but Jaejoong ignores my whimpers and ignores the look in my eyes and stays slow, so very slow, until I’m once again, incoherent and useless.
I should know by now to trust Jaejoong to give me what I need, and he does, over and over, slow and loving, kisses and promises, and I hope my body is giving him the same thing.
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It’s another hour or two before we go downstairs, freshly fucked and showered. I’m wincing and limping with almost every step. The only other people in the living room are Heechul and Yoochun, looking normal curled up in the arm chair. I don’t look at Yoochun. I’m not even sure I can look at Yoochun. I want to go into the kitchen, but the choice between sitting on the kitchen bench and sitting on the soft couch is an easy one.
I thankfully collapse on the couch, and Jaejoong kisses me before going in the kitchen to fix me something to eat.
“You okay there, Ass-boy?” Heechul demands.
I nod. “Turns out I have a bit of a pain fetish, and Jaejoong loves biting and spanking my ass.”
“Lucky bastard,” Yoochun mutters.
I try to smile, but I don’t look over at them.
“You’re such a bitch,” Heechul says.
My eyes fly open, but he’s glaring at Yoochun, not me. Yoochun meets my eyes and I hastily look away.
“Stop flirting with him. I can’t help it that my ass is flat.”
“I love your ass,” Yoochun says. “I love gripping it until you have bruises in the shape of my fingers, and I love spanking you, and I love stretching you open with my fingers and with toys until I can see inside your body.”
I lick my lips, and imagine that … imagine Yoochun doing that to Heechul, but it isn’t long in my imagination until it’s me he’s fingering instead of Heechul.
“God, shut up,” I say.
“Why?” Yoochun asks.
“I’m tired and I don’t want to have sex anymore, but you’re making me hard enough to want to jump Jaejoong in the kitchen.”
“Having sex in the kitchen is a wonderful experience,” Yoochun says. “I highly recommend it.”
I moan and bury my face in the back of the couch, trying not to think of last night, trying not to think of riding Yoochun’s cock on the bench.
“I hate you, shut up,” Heechul says.
“Sorry, baby,” Yoochun whispers, and I listen to them kiss until I can’t really stand it, and I force my body up and go to the kitchen.
Part 16: I talk of dreams / Which are the children of an idle brain / Begot of nothing but vain fantasy
Part 14: it will be of more price / Being spoke behind your back, than to your face
Part 13: Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes
Part 12: Did my heart love til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty til this night
Part 11: A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear/ As will disperse itself through all the veins / Part 10: Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms / Part 9: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again / Part 8: we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring /Part 7: Fortune, fortune, be fickle fortune, but do not keep him long but send him back. / Part 6: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death. / Part 5: These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die. / Part 4: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is / Part 3: Prick love for pricking and you beat love down. / Part 2: O, teach me how I should forget to think. / Part 1: I must be gone and live or stay and die.
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junsu, Changmin/Yunho, Donghae/Eunhyuk, Heechul/Yoochun, Leeteuk/Kyuhyun, Siwon/Ryeowook
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter
Disclaimer: Not mine to rate track or own. I really wish I could order them to have sex with each other and let me tape it, but ... yeah, can't do that.
Summary: Junsu is a normal twenty-three year old. He has retired from Duty to the People and he's content to spend the next two years relaxing before his Date of Expiration. His biggest fear is that the love he carries for his roommate will be discovered. But Jaejoong is not who he says he is, and Junsu finds himself in a race to save not only Jaejoong's life, but ultimately his own.
This fic is first person from Junsu's POV and it is written in present tense. Chapter titles are quotes from "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare.
Poster credit goes to yceam!!! It's awesome, darling! ♥
Part 15: swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon / that monthly changes in her circled orb
... for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night's revels and expire the term
Of a despised life closed in my breast
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
From Romeo & Juliet
Mind and body heavy, I trudge up the stairs. The kitchen is dark and empty. Or so I think until someone moves in the corner and I yelp.
“Fuck, Yoochun,” I say, “you scared the crap out of me.”
Yoochun snorts and sits at the table. Compelled, I weave to him, not sure why. He’s drinking a beer and he holds it out for me. I take a swig and make a face at the alcoholic taste.
He chuckles and reaches next to him for another one.
I sip on the beer. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Heechul is still being pissy.”
“Ah.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“You.”
“Oh.”
I don’t say anything else and take a heavy swallow. It’s pretty nasty, but I don’t stop drinking it.
“Jaejoong is going to be mad that you taste like alcohol.”
“He’ll be even madder when he finds out I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Yeah, that’d be bad.”
Yoochun slides closer to me and I know I should slide away but I don’t. I sit there, hands clutching the bottle and do nothing as his lips land softly on my neck. Nothing. I wish I had done nothing. I gasp and tilt my head giving him better access to my neck.
He licks up to my ear, and whispers, “Technically, this is a very very bad idea. But I can’t help it.” His hand slides down my back, finger cupping what he can reach of my ass. “I hate shooting people. I hate it, and I just … need someone. I …” He sucks softly on my neck, pulling uncontrollable shivers from me. “And technically, Jaejoong and I had sex when he was dating you. We can just even up the score.” His arm snakes around my waist.
I turn my head. Our lips touch and he tilts his head and molds them together. We both stay like that, and then Yoochun moves and I follow him, whimpering quietly as our tongues touch and his hand slides down my chest. His hand lands on my crotch, fingers easily gripping my erection through my jeans.
I moan, blushing in the dark. The bottle slips from my fingers and clatters on the table. Yoochun grabs it and pushes it away from me. And then his hand is on my erection again, palm rubbing the bulge while his fingers lower the zipper of my jeans.
I grip his wrist with both hands, and shake my head.
He smirks and licks my lips until we’re kissing again.
Pleasure is spiraling through me, frantic quick forbidden. It’s like I’ve never been touched before.
Yoochun grunts in frustration when he can’t get his hand into my tight jeans. I don’t have time to be thankful that he can’t. He jerks me to the side, grabs my legs and wrenches me around, and I’m spinning until the table is digging to my back.
Yoochun kneels between my legs and yanks on my jeans.
“Yoo-Yoochun, ah, I …”
Yoochun doesn’t even look at me, gives up on the jeans and pulls my dick through the opening of my boxers.
“Yoochun,” I hiss, and then moan when warm lips cover the head of my cock. One hand scrambles for purchase in his short hair, the other ends up in my mouth, and I bite down on it, hard to muffle my moans.
Yoochun bobs his head up and down, my cock muffling his moans. His other hand is moving, stroking himself off, and I whimper because I want to see and I don’t want to see and oh god, this is so wrong, so so very wrong.
My upper body jerks away from the table and I curl over him, shaking and gasping as I come in his mouth. He moans and sucks on me, swallowing the evidence of my betrayal. Still recovering, I push him away, yank back, gasping and turn away from him. My hands fumble to put my dick away and button my jeans.
A different sort of frantic.
Tears sting my eyes.
Lips land on the back of my neck, so close to my baseCODE. “Let me fuck you, please, Su-ah.”
I shut my eyes, shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Even after that?”
“No. I …” I bury my face in my hands and try not to cry.
“You don’t want me to fuck you?” he whispers, licking my earlobe.
I shake my head. “No. I … I can’t.”
Yoochun smiles, makes an amused noise and his arms wrap around my body. “You just had to find that out for yourself.”
I take a deep breath and lean back against him. His hands run up and down my chest. “A test huh?”
“Sure, if you want to look at it that way. And I say you passed.” His tongue is wet along the edge of my ear. “Go up to bed. Go up to Jaejoong.”
I sigh, and whisper, “How can I now?”
“Between you and me, Xiah-baby. No one else needs to know.”
I nod. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Having more self control than I do.”
Yoochun snorts. “You’re the one that stopped us.”
I finally slide away from him. I down the rest of the beer and don’t look back at him as I leave the kitchen. EunHae are snuggled on the couch, in the dark, watching a movie. Well, there is a movie playing. They aren’t really watching it.
I run up the stairs, and at the top my head swims, my vision blurs, and I lurch to the bathroom. Saliva floods my mouth, and I barely make it to the toilet before I’m throwing up the beer. My knees land hard on the tile and I wrap my hands around the cool porcelain.
“Junsu? Shit.”
I turn my head away, but Jaejoong kneels next to me anyway. He flushes the toilet and I swallow bile in my mouth.
“What’s wrong? And why do you smell like beer?”
“Blame Yoochun.” I don’t tell him that the answer to both of his questions is the same.
“Fucker.”
“I’m okay. Just … tonight, and that guy Yoochun shot, and Junho and-” Getting sucked off by your best friend.
Jaejoong helps me up and holds me steady while I brush vomit and beer taste out of my mouth. He’s attentive and sweet and he helps me pull my clothes off and climb into bed. I lay next to him for a moment, naked next to his clothed body, and then curl into his warmth. I hold him tightly, desperately and curse myself for ever thinking a single moment with Yoochun is worth what I have with Jaejoong.
“I love you,” I mutter into his chest.
He kisses the top of my head. “I love you too.”
I feel like shit when I wake up, but it’s more mental than anything physical. Jaejoong is lying next to me, propped up on the headboard, reading something. His upper body is bare. I snuggle closer to him, arms around his waist. He moves his magazine and runs his hands through my hair.
“Wanna talk about it now?” Jaejoong asks.
I shake my head. “Don’t make me.”
“I won’t.”
My finger tugs on the navel piercing, and he smiles.
Like this, without Yoochun anywhere near me, it’s easy to remember that I love Jaejoong. I try not to think of Jaejoong and Yoochun together. How many times or how long did they have sex before Jaejoong stopped because he is in love with me? And does it matter? Right now?
I don’t think it does. When we first were assigned as roommates, I didn’t think I’d fall in love with him. And Jaejoong is two years older than I am. With that kind of freedom, with the freedom I now have, I don’t blame Jaejoong for experimenting and having sex. Sex is amazing.
Sex with Jaejoong is amazing. I can’t help but think of how it would be with someone else. I know I should probably talk to him about this, but I don’t know how. I don’t want him to think I want to have sex with someone else. Even though part of me does. Just to see. Just to figure it out.
“It’s late,” he whispers. “Everyone is either downstairs or in YooChul’s case, fucking. The shower is free.”
“Maybe in a minute.” I hold him tighter, trying not to think about Yoochun fucking Heechul.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah.” I move my fingers and replace them with my tongue and mouth.
Jaejoong’s stomach twitches, concaving with each touch of my tongue to the sensitive skin. I tug on the piercing with my teeth. Moaning, Jaejoong lifts his hips, rubbing his erection against my chest. I drag my tongue down the sparse smattering of hair to the top of his sweat pants.
“Su-ah,” he whispers.
I hook my hands at the elastic and pull up and down. He isn’t wearing underwear and his cock flips to strait, tip glistening. I lick my lips. When I let go of his pants, the band catches on his balls, pushing them up. I put my attention there first, lapping at the stretched skin. His breathing speeds up, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t touch me.
I look up at him as I run my tongue up the shaft and to the tip. I flick my tongue on the ridge.
There is a knock, and I scowl at the door for only a moment, and then go back to teasing the soft head.
“Junsu,” Jaejoong whispers.
“Don’t care,” I reply.
Whoever it is knocks again. The handle turns, and I grab the edge of the blanket and fling it over my head. I keep playing, fingers trailing up and down the now-shadowy bends of his hips and abs.
“Junsu,” Jaejoong says again.
“Hey, guys …” Yunho says and then breaks off and laughs. “Am I interrupting?”
Jaejoong chuckles, and I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, and he moans. “What’s up?”
“You.”
“Hm, yeah.”
I use my tongue and teeth to play with the soft head, lifting his cock away from his body. I trace the taut skin around his testicles.
“Just came up to tell Junsu that Junho is awake.”
I hum around the dick in my mouth. Jaejoong practically whimpers, and Yunho laughs at us. He says something else that I don’t pay attention to, and a moment later, the door clicks shut.
Jaejoong rips the blanket off my head, his hands tangle in my hair, and I gag on his cock when he lifts up and slams my face back down. I relax, pliant and willing, as he fucks my mouth. He pulls my head up, fingers tight in my hair. His other hand drops to his dick, stroking quickly. I gasp, tongue reaching for the weeping slit, and then have a face full of come. I shut my eyes, lick my lips and his cock while he pumps out his release. I suck softly on the sensitive head. Come drips down my cheeks.
Jaejoong gently tugs on my hair, and I look up. His eyes are soft, caring. Loving, and I shut my eyes and turn away. I lean my cheek on his stomach. There is a drop of come on the piercing and I lap it up.
“Fuck, Su …”
“Please,” I whisper, and twist my body so I can hump his leg. Show him how hard I am. I don’t want to think and when Jaejoong is fucking me, I don’t have to think.
He grabs my hair and yanks me up to his mouth. His knee bends too, so I can still rock against him while we kiss.
With a growl, he shoves me away, and I land on my stomach next to him. He crawls over me, biting at my already bruised back. I want to see him, look at him and beg him. Without him in my sight, I might think of someone else and I definitely don’t want to do that.
I try to roll over and he growls another warning, mouth closed around a hunk of skin from my neck. I press against him, his cock nestled in the cleft of my ass.
“Hold still.”
I don’t and I can’t, rocking back into him.
Jaejoong pulls away from me, kneeling behind me. He grabs my hips and jerks me until I’m on my knees, head on the bed. I have just a moment to adjust the spread of my legs and then he’s spanking me. Hard.
“Why so disobedient today?” he demands in between spankings.
I reach above my head, fingers scrambling for purchase. I grip the sheet until I’m sure I’ll tear through it.
God, it hurts, stings. It’s what I need.
“Sorry,” I whisper, and then almost shout, tears springing to my eyes. “So, so … sorry. Just … fuck me, please.”
Jaejoong runs his hands up and down my sore ass, and then pinches me. Over and over. I find a pillow and bury my face in it, biting down, letting it soak up my tears. I scream into it when Jaejoong’s hand slips between my legs and strokes my hard dick, tugs on my hanging heavy balls.
Warm breath trickles over my bruised skin, and then Jaejoong bites me, sucks the curves of my ass into his mouth, leaving hickeys and teeth marks in between the pinches. With one hand squeezing an ass cheek, he spreads me open and licks at my begging body. Sensations narrow down to the sinful slide of his tongue in and out of me and his fingers adding more bruises and pain until I’m at the edge, hovering beyond the line of sanity. Hanging, waiting, incoherent.
What feels like years but is only moments later, I’m coming hard, humping the air and fucking his hand, splattering my release all over the bed.
Jaejoong pulls away from me completely.
I gasp in the silence, willing my body under control.
Jaejoong says nothing and doesn’t move for a long time.
I open my eyes and he’s a blurry form behind me. Head against the bed, I reach behind me and grip my ass, spread myself open. “Fuck me. Please, just fuck me.”
Jaejoong tilts his head in concern. He reaches for me, but it’s not my ass he touches, but my hand. The fleshy part of my thumb where I’d bit down so hard the night before while coming inside Yoochun’s mouth.
It’s the only mark on my body that he did not leave.
I shut my eyes.
His hands slide over my ass. Gently and careful. A moment later, lube trickles down the cleft of my ass and I moan gratefully. The heaviness of his cock settles between my cheeks, rubs up and down, over and over.
I hold my breath until he finally breaches me. He grips my sore ass and moves slowly, carefully. I want hard and fast, I want it now, all of it, but Jaejoong ignores my whimpers and ignores the look in my eyes and stays slow, so very slow, until I’m once again, incoherent and useless.
I should know by now to trust Jaejoong to give me what I need, and he does, over and over, slow and loving, kisses and promises, and I hope my body is giving him the same thing.
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It’s another hour or two before we go downstairs, freshly fucked and showered. I’m wincing and limping with almost every step. The only other people in the living room are Heechul and Yoochun, looking normal curled up in the arm chair. I don’t look at Yoochun. I’m not even sure I can look at Yoochun. I want to go into the kitchen, but the choice between sitting on the kitchen bench and sitting on the soft couch is an easy one.
I thankfully collapse on the couch, and Jaejoong kisses me before going in the kitchen to fix me something to eat.
“You okay there, Ass-boy?” Heechul demands.
I nod. “Turns out I have a bit of a pain fetish, and Jaejoong loves biting and spanking my ass.”
“Lucky bastard,” Yoochun mutters.
I try to smile, but I don’t look over at them.
“You’re such a bitch,” Heechul says.
My eyes fly open, but he’s glaring at Yoochun, not me. Yoochun meets my eyes and I hastily look away.
“Stop flirting with him. I can’t help it that my ass is flat.”
“I love your ass,” Yoochun says. “I love gripping it until you have bruises in the shape of my fingers, and I love spanking you, and I love stretching you open with my fingers and with toys until I can see inside your body.”
I lick my lips, and imagine that … imagine Yoochun doing that to Heechul, but it isn’t long in my imagination until it’s me he’s fingering instead of Heechul.
“God, shut up,” I say.
“Why?” Yoochun asks.
“I’m tired and I don’t want to have sex anymore, but you’re making me hard enough to want to jump Jaejoong in the kitchen.”
“Having sex in the kitchen is a wonderful experience,” Yoochun says. “I highly recommend it.”
I moan and bury my face in the back of the couch, trying not to think of last night, trying not to think of riding Yoochun’s cock on the bench.
“I hate you, shut up,” Heechul says.
“Sorry, baby,” Yoochun whispers, and I listen to them kiss until I can’t really stand it, and I force my body up and go to the kitchen.
Part 16: I talk of dreams / Which are the children of an idle brain / Begot of nothing but vain fantasy
Part 14: it will be of more price / Being spoke behind your back, than to your face
Part 13: Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes
Part 12: Did my heart love til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty til this night
Part 11: A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear/ As will disperse itself through all the veins / Part 10: Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms / Part 9: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again / Part 8: we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring /Part 7: Fortune, fortune, be fickle fortune, but do not keep him long but send him back. / Part 6: For exile hath more terror in his look, Much more than death. / Part 5: These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die. / Part 4: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is / Part 3: Prick love for pricking and you beat love down. / Part 2: O, teach me how I should forget to think. / Part 1: I must be gone and live or stay and die.
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