Move In Boyfriend 13/15
Title: Move In Boyfriend 13/13
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
Please be forewarned. The first part of this chapter is incredibly risque and ... well, you have been warned. and before you all start emo-ing because this is the last chapter, don't worry. there will be an epilogue.
What felt like moments later, a touch of a tongue on his nipple and a hand massaging his cock woke him up. He moaned and rolled over, giving Jae better access. Everything was dark, save for a single candle burning on the dresser, throwing dancing shadows on the walls. Jae’s skin shone and light flickered through his hair.
Yoochun ran his hand through Jae’s hair and then pulled him up to his lips for a kiss.
“Did you sleep?” Yoochun asked.
“No. Watching you.”
“Creeper.”
“Pervert.”
Jae slid his tongue on Yoochun’s lips. “Been thinking.”
“About?”
“Stuff.”
Yoochun licked Jae’s tongue. “Now who’s the pervert?”
Jae smiled. “Are you willing to do anything, Chunnie?”
Yoochun scoffed. “I think I’ve proven that a few times. Why? What do you have in mind?”
Jae kissed him in reply. They kissed for long minutes, tongues intertwining and reaching for the depths of throats. And then Jae moved, kissed down Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun arched his back with a content sigh.
“We’ve done this before,” he whispered as Jae’s mouth closed around a still tender nipple.
Yoochun felt him smile. He relaxed, let Jae play and tease. He fought back laughter as Jae nipped down his side, across his stomach. He sucked on Yoochun’s cock, hardening it up and then pushed at his ankles, bending his knees, spreading him open. He grazed Yoochun’s hole with the tip of his tongue.
“Fuck, JaeJae. I love it when you tease me.”
“And I love to tease you.” He licked around Yoochun’s entrance, bit at the curve of his cheeks, and slid a finger along the now wet skin. Yoochun started moaning.
The cap of the lube snapped open, and then next time Jae touched him, he slid a finger into him. Yoochun shifted a bit. “More,” he whispered.
“You’re still loose from earlier.”
“I know, more.”
Jae inserted another finger. He spread his fingers apart and twisted them. He added more lube before sliding in the third finger.
Yoochun’s breath sped up. “I thought we were doing something different,” he gasped.
“Patience, darling.”
He stretched Yoochun more, spreading his walls open, Yoochun’s thighs were shaking. Little mewls echoed from his throat.
Jae stopped and Yoochun gasped out a moan of disappointment when his fingers were gone.
“Just a moment.” Jae grabbed a pillow and Yoochun lifted his hips. “That should make it more comfortable.”
Jae slid back down his body and pressed three fingers into him again. After just a few more moments, Jae slid in a finger from his other hand. Yoochun’s back arched and his hands gripped the sheet.
“So good, JaeJae.”
Yoochun loved this feeling. Loved it when Jae filled him up so much that he could barely breathe. He wasn’t quite there yet, but based on what Jae was doing, he would be soon. The fingers continued to spread him, pushing out, stretching his walls. Another finger was added and Yoochun moaned.
“Stroke yourself, YooYum.”
Yoochun lifted a shaking hand to his cock and slowly started rubbing. Jae matched his pace.
“Stop,” Jae said after a few minutes.
Yoochun obeyed, breath gasping, body ready to burst, and Jae finger fucked him hard and as deep as the fingers could go. Yoochun cried out as another finger stretched him open. Jae played, touched and tortured Yoochun until he was writhing, muscles shuddering, and his sweat shone in the candle light.
“Do you want more, darling?” Jae asked, placing kisses along his inner thighs.
“Fuck, yes, please. More.”
“Okay, relax for just a moment.” Jae moved away, sliding fingers out.
“Jae, god.”
Jae chuckled and the bed shifted as he got up and then sat back down.
“What are you doing?” Yoochun asked, eyeing the phone in his hand.
“Oh, nothing, just lay there and look devilishly debauched.”
“Wasn’t the video earlier enough?”
“No. It’s three am right now. They’re bound to be sleeping and I’m going to send it to both of their phones with an alert tone.”
“You’re evil.”
“I can be. Now, finger yourself for the camera, darling.”
Yoochun smiled and shook his head. He reached under a leg and touched his hole. His eyes widened at how stretched out he was and Jae laughed and then licked his lips.
“Gorgeous, YooYum, absolutely gorgeous.”
Jae turned away and fiddled with the phone a bit. Yoochun continued pressing fingers inside of himself, eyes shutting.
“Alright, alright. Stop treating your body like an amusement park ride. That’s my job.”
Yoochun laughed and pulled his hand away. He moaned and arched his back as Jae went back to touching him, stretching his sides and licking him.
“You ready, darling?”
Yoochun scoffed. “I don’t know, am I?”
Fingers pressed into him again, Yoochun wasn’t sure how many, and then pulled out. They impaled him slowly, twisting more and Yoochun let a soft whine escape his throat.
“God, Yoochun. You’re gorgeous all stretched out like this. I want to make you wider, stretch you more. Think you can handle it?”
Yoochun whimpered.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“JaeJae.”
“Yes, darling?”
“What …” Yoochun whimpered as Jae pressed something thicker than fingers against his hole.
“Sh, you’re alright.”
Yoochun face twisted and his back arched off the bed. “Jae!”
It didn’t hurt, not really, but it was more a dull ache.
“You need to hold still, YooYum.”
Yoochun fought his body’s reflex to pull away from the intrusion. Jae rubbed a hand on his inner thigh, calming him.
“Too much?”
Yoochun took a few more deep breaths, and then shook his head. “I’m okay.”
Jae smiled that fantastic smile of his and then pushed in again. This second time, expecting the ache, Yoochun was finally able to figure out what the hell Jae was doing to him. His whole fist, pushing, twisting and stretching him.
“Oh, god, Jae!” And his body arched without his permission, but Jae didn’t retreat. He used the movement to push a bit deeper.
Yoochun eyes squeezed shut, tears sliding free, again, not from pain but just the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched way too much.
And then Jae licked his hard cock and he screamed.
“Just trying to distract you, darling.”
“More. More distract. Please.”
Jae chuckled. “I could ring him up again.”
“Fuck, don’t you fucking dare, fuck, Jae. God.”
Yoochun’s body arched again, and Jae’s fist slid deeper. Jae let the movement push Yoochun’s cock in his mouth.
“More, please, JaeJaeJaeJae, more. Just fucking do it.”
Jae ignored him and continued taking his time, twisting, pushing until Yoochun could do nothing else but whimper. When Jae finally stopped, Yoochun moaned.
And then a whispered command permeated his foggy brain.
“Fuck my mouth, YooYum.”
“Oh, god, Jae.”
He thrust hard into Jae’s mouth, crying out when the movement also fucked his ass on Jae’s hand. It was so, so, much. And nothing was enough and waves of pleasure, pain and then more pleasure, and slickness on his cock and then Jae twisted his fist, Yoochun crying out, arched up, forcing his cock completely down’ Jae’s throat. Fucking Jae’s fist, hard and faster. Everything twisted and stretching and sliding and he came, writhing, screaming, gasping, collapsing, body jerking as Jae continued to move his fist and suck on his cock.
And then whimpering as a deep ache spread through his back.
“Jae, fuck, stop that … oh, shit, fuck.”
Jae broke away from his cock and grinned, licking his lips. Very, carefully, he pulled his hand out of Yoochun’s body. Yoochun’s head flew back and he cried out and moaned as Jae left him.
“That was fucking hot,” Jae said, placing kisses up Yoochun’s chest. He kept his legs spread and as soon as he kissed Yoochun’s mouth, he slid his hard cock into Yoochun’s ass. “So fucking hot,” Jae repeated and hands planted on the bed, fucked Yoochun hard.
Yoochun squirmed beneath him, body still trying to recover, trying to moan, but Jae stealing them away with his mouth.
“God, so hot,” Jae said. “Fuck, YooYum, you’re amazing. Everything about you amazes me, just so fucking … god, Yoochun.” Jae covered his mouth again, moved his hips faster and came in Yoochun’s used body.
He collapsed on top of Yoochun. “Love you.”
“Love you.”
Neither of them moved for hours.
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“Holy shit.”
The bed shifted and bounced and Yoochun groaned.
“Holy fucking shit, Jae. What the fuck did you do to him?”
Jae moaned. Yoochun buried back into his body.
“God, wake up.”
“Susu, leave them alone. Come on. Let’s go make breakfast.”
“Oh, hell no,” Jae said and sat up quickly.
Yoochun pouted and tried to tug him back. “JaeJae.”
“No, no and no. Junsu is not going anywhere near my kitchen.”
Junsu scoffed. “Your kitchen.”
“Yes, my kitchen. As of last night at ten twenty eight, I am a permanent resident in this condo, so fuck off. MY kitchen. You stay out of it.”
Junsu beamed up at Changmin. “Told you so.”
“Fuck you two.”
“Fuck all three of you,” Yoochun muttered and buried his face in his pillow. He winced when a finger touched his sore ass.
“Seriously, Jae, what did you do to him?”
“Go fucking talk details somewhere else?” Yoochun demanded. “I’m sleeping forever.”
Jae laughed. He kissed Yoochun's cheek and said, “I’ll bring you some breakfast, darling.”
“Change the code on the door while you’re out there,” Yoochun said.
A heavy body landed on top of his and Yoochun cried out. “What’s the matter, Chunnie?” Junsu asked. “You don’t like it when Changmin and I wake you up?”
“Hey, get off him,” Jae said.
“I like being on him.”
“Seriously, Su, he’s fucking sore. Being fucked for hours followed by a nice deep fisting will make anybody cranky the next morning.”
“I’m not cranky,” Yoochun said just as Junsu shouted, “Fisting? You fisted him? No wonder his ass is all red and swollen. Fuck, Yoochun. Sorry. You stay and sleep for as long as you want.”
Junsu kissed his cheek and then got off the bed. “Now,” Junsu said. “Give me fucking details.” The door shut.
Yoochun smiled. He shifted a bit, wincing at a shot of pain, and then gathered a pillow under him and lay on his stomach. He willed sleep to come again, but after a half hour of staring and shifting and being sore, he sighed. He rolled to his back and sat up in one motion. He stopped and hissed and got his breath back and then stood up. He took a few steps and when his knees held him, he took a few more. This pain was nothing in comparison to other days. There had been a couple of times where Yoochun couldn’t get up for hours after playing around with Jaejoong.
Throwing his red robe over his shoulders, he opened the door. Junsu’s laughter echoed around the condo, and it made Yoochun smile. He walked down the hall and entered the kitchen. Changmin and Junsu were at the table, Junsu sitting in his lap. Jaejoong was at the sink, washing dishes. All he was wearing were black sweat pants. And those just barely sat on his hips.
“Ah, so there’s the biggest bottom to ever walk the face of the earth,” Junsu said.
“Um, sorry, dear,” Changmin said, “but that distinction goes to you.” He gave Junsu’s ass a firm squeeze.
Junsu slapped his hand away, stood up and hugged Yoochun
“You’re calling me the biggest bottom? When was the last time you topped? When we were sixteen?”
Junsu shrugged. “Probably. Don’t know. Had a few drunken nights that I can’t remember.”
Changmin growled from the table.
Junsu rolled his eyes, but smiled and hugged Yoochun more tightly.
Yoochun met Jae’s eyes and licked his lips. Jae smirked, moved in behind Junsu and kissed Yoochun over his shoulder. His arms wrapped around both of them. Yoochun played with the band of his sweat pants.
Junsu moaned and shifted between them.
“So, Junsu, Min, I haven’t gotten my present from you guys yet.”
Changmin scoffed. “I don’t tear your arms out when you’re manhandling my boyfriend, or gouge out your eyes when you start eye fucking him. There. Happy birthday.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“He’s kidding,” Junsu said, but maneuvered out from between them. He sat back on Changmin’s lap. Changmin wrapped a protective arm around him and nuzzled at his neck.
“Why are you so bitchy today?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin scowled, but didn’t answer.
Junsu giggled, hands covering his mouth. And then very quietly, he said, “I called him Jaejoong.” And then giggled again.
Yoochun laughed into Jae’s shoulder. Only Jae seemed to control himself, a smile curving his lips.
“It wasn’t really my fault,” Junsu said. “You’d just sent us that video and fuck, it was just so fucking hot and that tone of voice and it wasn’t even while he was fucking me, just kissing and …”
Changmin shut him up by kissing him, growling into his mouth.
Jae and Yoochun met each others eyes and smiled.
Jae kissed him softly. “You okay?”
“As long as I don’t sit down.”
“Mm, going to have to fuck you on your feet later.”
Yoochun shivered. “Maybe tomorrow. I hurt.”
Jae frowned. “You poor thing. But you’re just saying that so you don’t have to help me move my stuff, admit it.”
Yoochun sighed. “What about all your stuff?”
“What do you mean?”
Yoochun gestured around his kitchen. “I mean, your stuff. Where’s it going to go? We don’t need two kitchen tables.”
Jae smiled. “I’ll throw what we don’t need in storage. I would sell it but you never
know when a round of table sex is going to be too much for the table.”
Yoochun laughed and curled back into his body, fingers twisting one of his nipple piercings. Jae moaned and slid hands into the robe, the loose belt coming undone. Fingertips traced his ribs and fluttered down to his hips. Jae’s lips attached to his neck, and Yoochun’s eyes fluttered shut.
Junsu whistled, and Yoochun blushed, burying his face against Jae.
Jae broke away with a grin and cinched Yoochun’s belt up. “Later.”
Yoochun nodded.
“Are you hungry?”
“No. Coffee?”
“Already made, darling.”
Yoochun moved to the coffee pot. The sleeve of the robe slid up his arm and Junsu’s hand clenched his forearm.
“You are crazy,” Junsu said, running a soft hand over the bruise forming from the cuffs.
“Pot calling the kettle black, Su,” Changmin muttered.
Junsu smiled. “Yes, but I use padded handcuffs, not metal ones. He’s crazy.”
Yoochun jerked his arm free. “Sue me if a little bit of pain does it for me,” he said and continued getting his coffee.
Jae scoffed. “A little bit of pain?” he said with a laugh.
Yoochun smiled over at him. “Yes. A little bit of pain from someone I love and trust with all my heart.”
“God, cheesy,” Junsu said and shivered.
“But true.”
“Hm, I love you too, my YooYum,” Jae said and stole another kiss.
Yoochun left the kitchen and walked through the living room. Jae and Junsu had done a fabulous job decorating it. The main area had two large, overstuffed bright orange couches, set diagonally, facing the wall and the large flat screen TV. There were bright blue, green and teal accent pillows. A black coffee table sat in the middle, and two large shelves stood on either side of the TV, full of movies and CDs. Behind the couches was what Jae called a “reading nook”. The black leather furniture was there, facing the windows and view of the city. Two small end tables and a round glass coffee table finished off the area.
It was perfect.
Junsu’s eyes had bogged out when Yoochun told him he was ordering orange couches, but when he demanded an explanation, even now, Yoochun would look over at Jaejoong and smile. “I just like that color.”
Yoochun moved to the window. The window coverings were a strange pattern of orange and green and blue blobs that didn’t match, but somehow did.
Yoochun turned away, watching his boyfriend and two friends in the kitchen. Junsu laughed at something Changmin said, and Changmin blushed, leaning into Junsu’s Mohawk. His tongue barely touched his hair. Junsu may have felt it, but Jae didn’t see it, and it made Yoochun smile. God, Changmin was a sappy person sometimes.
But Jae. Yoochun shook his head and turned back to the windows, sipping his coffee.
Jae just belonged here. He knew where everything was in the kitchen, it’d been his inspiration to get the orange couches and leather chairs and decorate the guest bathroom in lemon yellow. “Yellow is a happy color,” Jae had said, and then after Yoochun scoffed, he added, “Okay, and I want to make guests cringe when they have to use it.”
That was two weeks after Yoochun moved in, and Jae was already talking like he wasn’t a guest. And he really wasn’t. The only time they slept in the guest bedroom was when they had to break in the new bed.
Yoochun was a fool. Why hadn’t he extended the invitation to Jae months ago?
A little part of his heart knew why, that little part still so afraid that all of this would unwind and leave him broken again. With Junsu and Changmin completely involved with each other, who would pick him up then?
Jae’s arms wrapped around his waist and he pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
“What are you doing?”
“Thinking about you.”
“You do that a lot.”
“Always.”
“What about me?”
“I just realized that this was never my place. It’s always been ours.”
“I know. I didn’t want to rush you or force you into it though.”
Yoochun swallowed and nodded.
“It took you longer than I thought it would, but that’s okay. Changmin still lost the bet.”
Yoochun laughed. Changmin always lost their bets. He lost when the bet was when JaeChun would say “I love you” to each other (two months ago). And he lost when he swore he’d never send Yoochun a picture or video of him and Junsu together, and just a week after that caved, and sent one of Junsu sucking his cock. (“Spur of the moment.” “That cost you almost a thousand won.” “It was worth it.”)
Jae fingers found their way into his robe. “We stood and talked like this after our first night here, remember?”
“Yes.”
“You were even in that robe. You should let me buy you a new one.”
“No. I like this one.”
“You’re a sentimental fool.”
“Says the man who wears a ratty white wife beater to bed most nights.”
Jae hummed in appreciation. “You left it at my house, and never came back for it, so therefore it is now mine. You wanna kick these jackasses out and go back to bed?”
Yoochun smiled. “Shower first, but yes.”
Jae kissed his cheek and then turned away. “Alright fuckers. Get out. You’ve had your fun, you’ve laughed and gotten details and now out. We’ll see you at dinner.”
Junsu stood and Changmin followed him, arm still curled around his stomach. “Alright, alright,” Junsu said. “We’re going.”
At the door, Changmin stopped and then to all of their surprise, cupped Jae’s face and kissed him, soft, languid, a touch of tongues. He pulled away, smirked at the dazed expression on Jae’s face. “Happy birthday.”
“Yeah,” Jae let out a breath. “Thanks. Wow. Yeah.”
Changmin grinned. “What? You blushing virgin, never been properly kissed before.” He threw a look at Yoochun, and Yoochun flipped him off.
“Well,” Jae said, “technically my birthday was yesterday, so you owe me for being a day late.”
Changmin looked at Yoochun, then at Junsu.
“Fucking kiss him again. It was hot,” Junsu said and actually shoved Changmin forward, and both he and Jae had to react quickly to keep Changmin from falling. Jae held him and laughed while Changmin turned a glare at him.
“Just for that …” Changmin muttered and straightened up. His arms wrapped around Jae’s body as lips covered lips. The heated kiss just got hotter as Jae’s arms slid up his back and hands tangled in his hair, and Changmin’s hands dug into the muscles of Jae’s bare back.
Changmin broke away and let out a breath. “There. Now you’ve been properly kissed and devilishly kissed. Which do you prefer?”
Jae grinned. “Not enough samples of each to make a decision. Let me have some more.”
“Jae,” Yoochun said in disbelief.
“Later,” Jae said, still smiling at Changmin, “when our boyfriends are feigning sleep, listening to us jerk each other off.”
“Oh, god, Jae,” Junsu said and tugged on Changmin’s arm.
“That would never happen.”
“Wanna bet?” Jae and Junsu said at once, and then they both laughed.
Changmin shook his head, looked at each of them and then said, “No. If I bet you, you’d do everything you could to make it happen just so I would lose.”
“Aw, Minnie, babe, we’d never do anything like that.”
Changmin rolled his eyes, pecked Jae’s cheek and then ushered his boyfriend out the door.
Jae turned around and smiled. Yoochun set the coffee cup on the window sill and then walked toward him, undoing the robe.
“That was pretty hot.”
Jae’s eyes slid down the expanse of body revealed by the open robe. “That made you hard?”
Yoochun shrugged. “A little. But it was more your hands on my body and breath in my ear that did it.”
Jae smiled. “Go to bed. I’ll be there in a moment.”
Yoochun returned the smile and headed down the hall, wondering what Jae was planning now. He left the robe on, only because it would frustrate Jae, and climbed into bed. He grabbed all the pillows and piled them up against the head board, and then he settled into them. He only waited a couple more minutes before Jaejoong came in, bearing a tray.
Jae licked his lips as he set the tray on the nightstand. He crawled on the bed, straddling Yoochun’s body and kissed him deeply. Yoochun’s hands went to his hips and started tugging down the sweat pants.
“You sure you’re okay?” Jae muttered, nibbling on Yoochun’s lips.
“Yes. Just don’t put anything inside of me.”
Jae grinned. “Perfect.” He moved away and slipped the sweats off. Yoochun could already see the gleam of lube between his ass cheeks.
“Jae?”
“Huh?” Jae asked, innocently.
Yoochun shook his head. Jae crawled back up to him and sat on his robe covered erection. Yoochun’s eyes shut as a tiny ache crept up his spine. Jae shifted his hips, humping Yoochun until Yoochun moaned and tugged on the robe until it was out of the way. He sat up, held Jae flush against his chest with one hand and directed his cock to Jae’s hole with the other one. Jae moaned as Yoochun thrust up a tiny bit and then he seated himself on Yoochun’s cock in one go. Yoochun bit into his shoulder with a groan.
“Alright, lay back.”
Gasping, Yoochun leaned against the pillows again. Jae shifted and moved and pulled little mewls of need from Yoochun’s throat with every twist.
“Open your mouth,” Jae said, and Yoochun did. He moaned again when a cream covered strawberry hit his tongue. His eyes fluttered open. Jae had a bowl and chopsticks in his hand.
“You didn’t get breakfast,” he said and fed him a piece of mango. Grapes, strawberries, mango, melon and with each mouthful, Jae lifted his hips. Yoochun moaned and jerked after one movement, and the strawberry fell from the chopsticks.
Jae crooned and leaned down, eating it off Yoochun’s stomach and licking the trail of cream up his chest. After that, Jae continued to drop every other piece until Yoochun’s chest and stomach were sticky with cream and juice.
“Last one,” Jae whispered and put the strawberry between his lips. He set the bowl back on the tray. Yoochun rose and licked at the fruit, smiling when Jae groaned. Arms wrapped around Jae’s middle and he lifted Jae, pulling his hips back and forward. Jae bit the strawberry as his body spasmed and the other half fell between them, forgotten.
“Come on, JaeJae,” Yoochun whispered. “Ride me.”
Jae’s hands clutched into Yoochun’s shoulders and he took over the movements, fucking himself on Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun kissed his shoulders and neck, whispering encouragement and obscenities in Jae’s ear.
“Fuck, JaeJae, I love it when you let me top. I love feeling my cock surrounded by your body, sliding and scraping against your walls. Can you go faster, Jae? Give me more.”
Jae’s head fell to Yoochun’s shoulder as he groaned and sped up. Yoochun rubbed hands up Jae’s thighs and on his hips, and then one hand grabbed Jae’s cock and he stroked him slowly.
“Ah, YooYum, faster.”
“Nope.”
Jae growled and teeth closed around a mouthful of muscle on Yoochun’s shoulder. Yoochun’s eyes shut with a hiss, but he didn’t hurry, and Jae kept his quick but steady pace. Their sex wasn’t always about getting off. Sometimes it was just about being together, locked together, skin together, kisses and touches and gasps. Sometimes quiet whispers and I love you’s. Sometimes burning eye contact. Time lost and cherished.
Yoochun sighed in contentment as Jae’s movements lost their rhythm.
“I love you, JaeJae,” he whispered and moved his hand just a bit faster.
Jae moaned. His cock jumped in Yoochun’s hand and then warm come covered Yoochun’s stomach. Jae stopped, body shaking, arms tight around Yoochun’s neck. With a hand supporting Jae’s lower back, Yoochun leaned Jae backwards and onto the bed. Jae lay, chest heaving, as Yoochun moved above him. Yoochun kissed the tears on Jae’s face.
“Why crying, JaeJae?”
Jae smiled. “Love.”
Yoochun kissed him softly, his own movements speeding up when Jae wrapped his legs around Yoochun’s waist, giving Yoochun more room to thrust deeper inside him.
“Love is supposed to make you happy,” Yoochun muttered.
“It does. With you, it does.”
“Good.”
Jae kissed his cheek, nose and chin, hands sliding over his back and tangling in his hair. Body arching into Yoochun’s movements.
Minutes, hours, Yoochun wasn’t sure, passed. And his orgasm was intense. It forced his eyes shut and body shaking. He breathed out Jae’s name as soon as he was able, and then lay there, enjoying Jae’s soft hands on his quivering back.
“YooYum, I’m scared,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun propped up on an elbow. “Of what?”
“Losing this. Losing you.”
“Do you want a promise of forever?”
Jae smiled. “No. Just … it’s terrifying to think about.”
“I know. Trust me, I know.”
“God, what are we doing?” Jae said. “This is best relationship I’ve ever had and we’re talking about it ending.”
“No, we’re not. We’re just reaffirming that we’re going to make it last so it doesn’t have to end.”
“What if it does?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Then you seduce Junsu, I seduce Changmin and we break them up so we don’t have to be alone.”
Jae stared at him for a beat and then laughed. “Oh my god, that would be awful.”
Yoochun laughed with him and then kissed him. “It’s one of the possibilities of our future. Let’s make sure it doesn’t happen.”
Jae nodded.
They kissed again, not wanting to break apart but the sweat and stickiness from the fruit was making them both feel gross.
“Let’s go take a shower,” Jae said.
Yoochun nodded and then pulled away, leaving Jae’s body slowly. Jae’s eyes shut and he moaned. His cock twitched and then he said, chest heaving, “I’m definitely going to start bottoming more.”
Yoochun sat back on his knees. A moment of panic hit when he saw a reddish clump of something on his skin, and then he laughed.
“What?” Jae asked.
Yoochun smirked, leaned over and scooped it up in his mouth.
“What was that?”
Yoochun kissed Jae, sharing the come-covered strawberry with him. Jae moaned and swallowed.
“And we’re going to start using food more,” Jae said with a shaky laugh.
“I agree. I’m sure everything will taste better if eaten off your body.”
Part 14: SEX
Part 12: RIBBON
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
Please be forewarned. The first part of this chapter is incredibly risque and ... well, you have been warned. and before you all start emo-ing because this is the last chapter, don't worry. there will be an epilogue.
What felt like moments later, a touch of a tongue on his nipple and a hand massaging his cock woke him up. He moaned and rolled over, giving Jae better access. Everything was dark, save for a single candle burning on the dresser, throwing dancing shadows on the walls. Jae’s skin shone and light flickered through his hair.
Yoochun ran his hand through Jae’s hair and then pulled him up to his lips for a kiss.
“Did you sleep?” Yoochun asked.
“No. Watching you.”
“Creeper.”
“Pervert.”
Jae slid his tongue on Yoochun’s lips. “Been thinking.”
“About?”
“Stuff.”
Yoochun licked Jae’s tongue. “Now who’s the pervert?”
Jae smiled. “Are you willing to do anything, Chunnie?”
Yoochun scoffed. “I think I’ve proven that a few times. Why? What do you have in mind?”
Jae kissed him in reply. They kissed for long minutes, tongues intertwining and reaching for the depths of throats. And then Jae moved, kissed down Yoochun’s neck. Yoochun arched his back with a content sigh.
“We’ve done this before,” he whispered as Jae’s mouth closed around a still tender nipple.
Yoochun felt him smile. He relaxed, let Jae play and tease. He fought back laughter as Jae nipped down his side, across his stomach. He sucked on Yoochun’s cock, hardening it up and then pushed at his ankles, bending his knees, spreading him open. He grazed Yoochun’s hole with the tip of his tongue.
“Fuck, JaeJae. I love it when you tease me.”
“And I love to tease you.” He licked around Yoochun’s entrance, bit at the curve of his cheeks, and slid a finger along the now wet skin. Yoochun started moaning.
The cap of the lube snapped open, and then next time Jae touched him, he slid a finger into him. Yoochun shifted a bit. “More,” he whispered.
“You’re still loose from earlier.”
“I know, more.”
Jae inserted another finger. He spread his fingers apart and twisted them. He added more lube before sliding in the third finger.
Yoochun’s breath sped up. “I thought we were doing something different,” he gasped.
“Patience, darling.”
He stretched Yoochun more, spreading his walls open, Yoochun’s thighs were shaking. Little mewls echoed from his throat.
Jae stopped and Yoochun gasped out a moan of disappointment when his fingers were gone.
“Just a moment.” Jae grabbed a pillow and Yoochun lifted his hips. “That should make it more comfortable.”
Jae slid back down his body and pressed three fingers into him again. After just a few more moments, Jae slid in a finger from his other hand. Yoochun’s back arched and his hands gripped the sheet.
“So good, JaeJae.”
Yoochun loved this feeling. Loved it when Jae filled him up so much that he could barely breathe. He wasn’t quite there yet, but based on what Jae was doing, he would be soon. The fingers continued to spread him, pushing out, stretching his walls. Another finger was added and Yoochun moaned.
“Stroke yourself, YooYum.”
Yoochun lifted a shaking hand to his cock and slowly started rubbing. Jae matched his pace.
“Stop,” Jae said after a few minutes.
Yoochun obeyed, breath gasping, body ready to burst, and Jae finger fucked him hard and as deep as the fingers could go. Yoochun cried out as another finger stretched him open. Jae played, touched and tortured Yoochun until he was writhing, muscles shuddering, and his sweat shone in the candle light.
“Do you want more, darling?” Jae asked, placing kisses along his inner thighs.
“Fuck, yes, please. More.”
“Okay, relax for just a moment.” Jae moved away, sliding fingers out.
“Jae, god.”
Jae chuckled and the bed shifted as he got up and then sat back down.
“What are you doing?” Yoochun asked, eyeing the phone in his hand.
“Oh, nothing, just lay there and look devilishly debauched.”
“Wasn’t the video earlier enough?”
“No. It’s three am right now. They’re bound to be sleeping and I’m going to send it to both of their phones with an alert tone.”
“You’re evil.”
“I can be. Now, finger yourself for the camera, darling.”
Yoochun smiled and shook his head. He reached under a leg and touched his hole. His eyes widened at how stretched out he was and Jae laughed and then licked his lips.
“Gorgeous, YooYum, absolutely gorgeous.”
Jae turned away and fiddled with the phone a bit. Yoochun continued pressing fingers inside of himself, eyes shutting.
“Alright, alright. Stop treating your body like an amusement park ride. That’s my job.”
Yoochun laughed and pulled his hand away. He moaned and arched his back as Jae went back to touching him, stretching his sides and licking him.
“You ready, darling?”
Yoochun scoffed. “I don’t know, am I?”
Fingers pressed into him again, Yoochun wasn’t sure how many, and then pulled out. They impaled him slowly, twisting more and Yoochun let a soft whine escape his throat.
“God, Yoochun. You’re gorgeous all stretched out like this. I want to make you wider, stretch you more. Think you can handle it?”
Yoochun whimpered.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“JaeJae.”
“Yes, darling?”
“What …” Yoochun whimpered as Jae pressed something thicker than fingers against his hole.
“Sh, you’re alright.”
Yoochun face twisted and his back arched off the bed. “Jae!”
It didn’t hurt, not really, but it was more a dull ache.
“You need to hold still, YooYum.”
Yoochun fought his body’s reflex to pull away from the intrusion. Jae rubbed a hand on his inner thigh, calming him.
“Too much?”
Yoochun took a few more deep breaths, and then shook his head. “I’m okay.”
Jae smiled that fantastic smile of his and then pushed in again. This second time, expecting the ache, Yoochun was finally able to figure out what the hell Jae was doing to him. His whole fist, pushing, twisting and stretching him.
“Oh, god, Jae!” And his body arched without his permission, but Jae didn’t retreat. He used the movement to push a bit deeper.
Yoochun eyes squeezed shut, tears sliding free, again, not from pain but just the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched way too much.
And then Jae licked his hard cock and he screamed.
“Just trying to distract you, darling.”
“More. More distract. Please.”
Jae chuckled. “I could ring him up again.”
“Fuck, don’t you fucking dare, fuck, Jae. God.”
Yoochun’s body arched again, and Jae’s fist slid deeper. Jae let the movement push Yoochun’s cock in his mouth.
“More, please, JaeJaeJaeJae, more. Just fucking do it.”
Jae ignored him and continued taking his time, twisting, pushing until Yoochun could do nothing else but whimper. When Jae finally stopped, Yoochun moaned.
And then a whispered command permeated his foggy brain.
“Fuck my mouth, YooYum.”
“Oh, god, Jae.”
He thrust hard into Jae’s mouth, crying out when the movement also fucked his ass on Jae’s hand. It was so, so, much. And nothing was enough and waves of pleasure, pain and then more pleasure, and slickness on his cock and then Jae twisted his fist, Yoochun crying out, arched up, forcing his cock completely down’ Jae’s throat. Fucking Jae’s fist, hard and faster. Everything twisted and stretching and sliding and he came, writhing, screaming, gasping, collapsing, body jerking as Jae continued to move his fist and suck on his cock.
And then whimpering as a deep ache spread through his back.
“Jae, fuck, stop that … oh, shit, fuck.”
Jae broke away from his cock and grinned, licking his lips. Very, carefully, he pulled his hand out of Yoochun’s body. Yoochun’s head flew back and he cried out and moaned as Jae left him.
“That was fucking hot,” Jae said, placing kisses up Yoochun’s chest. He kept his legs spread and as soon as he kissed Yoochun’s mouth, he slid his hard cock into Yoochun’s ass. “So fucking hot,” Jae repeated and hands planted on the bed, fucked Yoochun hard.
Yoochun squirmed beneath him, body still trying to recover, trying to moan, but Jae stealing them away with his mouth.
“God, so hot,” Jae said. “Fuck, YooYum, you’re amazing. Everything about you amazes me, just so fucking … god, Yoochun.” Jae covered his mouth again, moved his hips faster and came in Yoochun’s used body.
He collapsed on top of Yoochun. “Love you.”
“Love you.”
Neither of them moved for hours.
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“Holy shit.”
The bed shifted and bounced and Yoochun groaned.
“Holy fucking shit, Jae. What the fuck did you do to him?”
Jae moaned. Yoochun buried back into his body.
“God, wake up.”
“Susu, leave them alone. Come on. Let’s go make breakfast.”
“Oh, hell no,” Jae said and sat up quickly.
Yoochun pouted and tried to tug him back. “JaeJae.”
“No, no and no. Junsu is not going anywhere near my kitchen.”
Junsu scoffed. “Your kitchen.”
“Yes, my kitchen. As of last night at ten twenty eight, I am a permanent resident in this condo, so fuck off. MY kitchen. You stay out of it.”
Junsu beamed up at Changmin. “Told you so.”
“Fuck you two.”
“Fuck all three of you,” Yoochun muttered and buried his face in his pillow. He winced when a finger touched his sore ass.
“Seriously, Jae, what did you do to him?”
“Go fucking talk details somewhere else?” Yoochun demanded. “I’m sleeping forever.”
Jae laughed. He kissed Yoochun's cheek and said, “I’ll bring you some breakfast, darling.”
“Change the code on the door while you’re out there,” Yoochun said.
A heavy body landed on top of his and Yoochun cried out. “What’s the matter, Chunnie?” Junsu asked. “You don’t like it when Changmin and I wake you up?”
“Hey, get off him,” Jae said.
“I like being on him.”
“Seriously, Su, he’s fucking sore. Being fucked for hours followed by a nice deep fisting will make anybody cranky the next morning.”
“I’m not cranky,” Yoochun said just as Junsu shouted, “Fisting? You fisted him? No wonder his ass is all red and swollen. Fuck, Yoochun. Sorry. You stay and sleep for as long as you want.”
Junsu kissed his cheek and then got off the bed. “Now,” Junsu said. “Give me fucking details.” The door shut.
Yoochun smiled. He shifted a bit, wincing at a shot of pain, and then gathered a pillow under him and lay on his stomach. He willed sleep to come again, but after a half hour of staring and shifting and being sore, he sighed. He rolled to his back and sat up in one motion. He stopped and hissed and got his breath back and then stood up. He took a few steps and when his knees held him, he took a few more. This pain was nothing in comparison to other days. There had been a couple of times where Yoochun couldn’t get up for hours after playing around with Jaejoong.
Throwing his red robe over his shoulders, he opened the door. Junsu’s laughter echoed around the condo, and it made Yoochun smile. He walked down the hall and entered the kitchen. Changmin and Junsu were at the table, Junsu sitting in his lap. Jaejoong was at the sink, washing dishes. All he was wearing were black sweat pants. And those just barely sat on his hips.
“Ah, so there’s the biggest bottom to ever walk the face of the earth,” Junsu said.
“Um, sorry, dear,” Changmin said, “but that distinction goes to you.” He gave Junsu’s ass a firm squeeze.
Junsu slapped his hand away, stood up and hugged Yoochun
“You’re calling me the biggest bottom? When was the last time you topped? When we were sixteen?”
Junsu shrugged. “Probably. Don’t know. Had a few drunken nights that I can’t remember.”
Changmin growled from the table.
Junsu rolled his eyes, but smiled and hugged Yoochun more tightly.
Yoochun met Jae’s eyes and licked his lips. Jae smirked, moved in behind Junsu and kissed Yoochun over his shoulder. His arms wrapped around both of them. Yoochun played with the band of his sweat pants.
Junsu moaned and shifted between them.
“So, Junsu, Min, I haven’t gotten my present from you guys yet.”
Changmin scoffed. “I don’t tear your arms out when you’re manhandling my boyfriend, or gouge out your eyes when you start eye fucking him. There. Happy birthday.”
Jaejoong laughed.
“He’s kidding,” Junsu said, but maneuvered out from between them. He sat back on Changmin’s lap. Changmin wrapped a protective arm around him and nuzzled at his neck.
“Why are you so bitchy today?” Yoochun asked.
Changmin scowled, but didn’t answer.
Junsu giggled, hands covering his mouth. And then very quietly, he said, “I called him Jaejoong.” And then giggled again.
Yoochun laughed into Jae’s shoulder. Only Jae seemed to control himself, a smile curving his lips.
“It wasn’t really my fault,” Junsu said. “You’d just sent us that video and fuck, it was just so fucking hot and that tone of voice and it wasn’t even while he was fucking me, just kissing and …”
Changmin shut him up by kissing him, growling into his mouth.
Jae and Yoochun met each others eyes and smiled.
Jae kissed him softly. “You okay?”
“As long as I don’t sit down.”
“Mm, going to have to fuck you on your feet later.”
Yoochun shivered. “Maybe tomorrow. I hurt.”
Jae frowned. “You poor thing. But you’re just saying that so you don’t have to help me move my stuff, admit it.”
Yoochun sighed. “What about all your stuff?”
“What do you mean?”
Yoochun gestured around his kitchen. “I mean, your stuff. Where’s it going to go? We don’t need two kitchen tables.”
Jae smiled. “I’ll throw what we don’t need in storage. I would sell it but you never
know when a round of table sex is going to be too much for the table.”
Yoochun laughed and curled back into his body, fingers twisting one of his nipple piercings. Jae moaned and slid hands into the robe, the loose belt coming undone. Fingertips traced his ribs and fluttered down to his hips. Jae’s lips attached to his neck, and Yoochun’s eyes fluttered shut.
Junsu whistled, and Yoochun blushed, burying his face against Jae.
Jae broke away with a grin and cinched Yoochun’s belt up. “Later.”
Yoochun nodded.
“Are you hungry?”
“No. Coffee?”
“Already made, darling.”
Yoochun moved to the coffee pot. The sleeve of the robe slid up his arm and Junsu’s hand clenched his forearm.
“You are crazy,” Junsu said, running a soft hand over the bruise forming from the cuffs.
“Pot calling the kettle black, Su,” Changmin muttered.
Junsu smiled. “Yes, but I use padded handcuffs, not metal ones. He’s crazy.”
Yoochun jerked his arm free. “Sue me if a little bit of pain does it for me,” he said and continued getting his coffee.
Jae scoffed. “A little bit of pain?” he said with a laugh.
Yoochun smiled over at him. “Yes. A little bit of pain from someone I love and trust with all my heart.”
“God, cheesy,” Junsu said and shivered.
“But true.”
“Hm, I love you too, my YooYum,” Jae said and stole another kiss.
Yoochun left the kitchen and walked through the living room. Jae and Junsu had done a fabulous job decorating it. The main area had two large, overstuffed bright orange couches, set diagonally, facing the wall and the large flat screen TV. There were bright blue, green and teal accent pillows. A black coffee table sat in the middle, and two large shelves stood on either side of the TV, full of movies and CDs. Behind the couches was what Jae called a “reading nook”. The black leather furniture was there, facing the windows and view of the city. Two small end tables and a round glass coffee table finished off the area.
It was perfect.
Junsu’s eyes had bogged out when Yoochun told him he was ordering orange couches, but when he demanded an explanation, even now, Yoochun would look over at Jaejoong and smile. “I just like that color.”
Yoochun moved to the window. The window coverings were a strange pattern of orange and green and blue blobs that didn’t match, but somehow did.
Yoochun turned away, watching his boyfriend and two friends in the kitchen. Junsu laughed at something Changmin said, and Changmin blushed, leaning into Junsu’s Mohawk. His tongue barely touched his hair. Junsu may have felt it, but Jae didn’t see it, and it made Yoochun smile. God, Changmin was a sappy person sometimes.
But Jae. Yoochun shook his head and turned back to the windows, sipping his coffee.
Jae just belonged here. He knew where everything was in the kitchen, it’d been his inspiration to get the orange couches and leather chairs and decorate the guest bathroom in lemon yellow. “Yellow is a happy color,” Jae had said, and then after Yoochun scoffed, he added, “Okay, and I want to make guests cringe when they have to use it.”
That was two weeks after Yoochun moved in, and Jae was already talking like he wasn’t a guest. And he really wasn’t. The only time they slept in the guest bedroom was when they had to break in the new bed.
Yoochun was a fool. Why hadn’t he extended the invitation to Jae months ago?
A little part of his heart knew why, that little part still so afraid that all of this would unwind and leave him broken again. With Junsu and Changmin completely involved with each other, who would pick him up then?
Jae’s arms wrapped around his waist and he pressed a kiss to the back of his neck.
“What are you doing?”
“Thinking about you.”
“You do that a lot.”
“Always.”
“What about me?”
“I just realized that this was never my place. It’s always been ours.”
“I know. I didn’t want to rush you or force you into it though.”
Yoochun swallowed and nodded.
“It took you longer than I thought it would, but that’s okay. Changmin still lost the bet.”
Yoochun laughed. Changmin always lost their bets. He lost when the bet was when JaeChun would say “I love you” to each other (two months ago). And he lost when he swore he’d never send Yoochun a picture or video of him and Junsu together, and just a week after that caved, and sent one of Junsu sucking his cock. (“Spur of the moment.” “That cost you almost a thousand won.” “It was worth it.”)
Jae fingers found their way into his robe. “We stood and talked like this after our first night here, remember?”
“Yes.”
“You were even in that robe. You should let me buy you a new one.”
“No. I like this one.”
“You’re a sentimental fool.”
“Says the man who wears a ratty white wife beater to bed most nights.”
Jae hummed in appreciation. “You left it at my house, and never came back for it, so therefore it is now mine. You wanna kick these jackasses out and go back to bed?”
Yoochun smiled. “Shower first, but yes.”
Jae kissed his cheek and then turned away. “Alright fuckers. Get out. You’ve had your fun, you’ve laughed and gotten details and now out. We’ll see you at dinner.”
Junsu stood and Changmin followed him, arm still curled around his stomach. “Alright, alright,” Junsu said. “We’re going.”
At the door, Changmin stopped and then to all of their surprise, cupped Jae’s face and kissed him, soft, languid, a touch of tongues. He pulled away, smirked at the dazed expression on Jae’s face. “Happy birthday.”
“Yeah,” Jae let out a breath. “Thanks. Wow. Yeah.”
Changmin grinned. “What? You blushing virgin, never been properly kissed before.” He threw a look at Yoochun, and Yoochun flipped him off.
“Well,” Jae said, “technically my birthday was yesterday, so you owe me for being a day late.”
Changmin looked at Yoochun, then at Junsu.
“Fucking kiss him again. It was hot,” Junsu said and actually shoved Changmin forward, and both he and Jae had to react quickly to keep Changmin from falling. Jae held him and laughed while Changmin turned a glare at him.
“Just for that …” Changmin muttered and straightened up. His arms wrapped around Jae’s body as lips covered lips. The heated kiss just got hotter as Jae’s arms slid up his back and hands tangled in his hair, and Changmin’s hands dug into the muscles of Jae’s bare back.
Changmin broke away and let out a breath. “There. Now you’ve been properly kissed and devilishly kissed. Which do you prefer?”
Jae grinned. “Not enough samples of each to make a decision. Let me have some more.”
“Jae,” Yoochun said in disbelief.
“Later,” Jae said, still smiling at Changmin, “when our boyfriends are feigning sleep, listening to us jerk each other off.”
“Oh, god, Jae,” Junsu said and tugged on Changmin’s arm.
“That would never happen.”
“Wanna bet?” Jae and Junsu said at once, and then they both laughed.
Changmin shook his head, looked at each of them and then said, “No. If I bet you, you’d do everything you could to make it happen just so I would lose.”
“Aw, Minnie, babe, we’d never do anything like that.”
Changmin rolled his eyes, pecked Jae’s cheek and then ushered his boyfriend out the door.
Jae turned around and smiled. Yoochun set the coffee cup on the window sill and then walked toward him, undoing the robe.
“That was pretty hot.”
Jae’s eyes slid down the expanse of body revealed by the open robe. “That made you hard?”
Yoochun shrugged. “A little. But it was more your hands on my body and breath in my ear that did it.”
Jae smiled. “Go to bed. I’ll be there in a moment.”
Yoochun returned the smile and headed down the hall, wondering what Jae was planning now. He left the robe on, only because it would frustrate Jae, and climbed into bed. He grabbed all the pillows and piled them up against the head board, and then he settled into them. He only waited a couple more minutes before Jaejoong came in, bearing a tray.
Jae licked his lips as he set the tray on the nightstand. He crawled on the bed, straddling Yoochun’s body and kissed him deeply. Yoochun’s hands went to his hips and started tugging down the sweat pants.
“You sure you’re okay?” Jae muttered, nibbling on Yoochun’s lips.
“Yes. Just don’t put anything inside of me.”
Jae grinned. “Perfect.” He moved away and slipped the sweats off. Yoochun could already see the gleam of lube between his ass cheeks.
“Jae?”
“Huh?” Jae asked, innocently.
Yoochun shook his head. Jae crawled back up to him and sat on his robe covered erection. Yoochun’s eyes shut as a tiny ache crept up his spine. Jae shifted his hips, humping Yoochun until Yoochun moaned and tugged on the robe until it was out of the way. He sat up, held Jae flush against his chest with one hand and directed his cock to Jae’s hole with the other one. Jae moaned as Yoochun thrust up a tiny bit and then he seated himself on Yoochun’s cock in one go. Yoochun bit into his shoulder with a groan.
“Alright, lay back.”
Gasping, Yoochun leaned against the pillows again. Jae shifted and moved and pulled little mewls of need from Yoochun’s throat with every twist.
“Open your mouth,” Jae said, and Yoochun did. He moaned again when a cream covered strawberry hit his tongue. His eyes fluttered open. Jae had a bowl and chopsticks in his hand.
“You didn’t get breakfast,” he said and fed him a piece of mango. Grapes, strawberries, mango, melon and with each mouthful, Jae lifted his hips. Yoochun moaned and jerked after one movement, and the strawberry fell from the chopsticks.
Jae crooned and leaned down, eating it off Yoochun’s stomach and licking the trail of cream up his chest. After that, Jae continued to drop every other piece until Yoochun’s chest and stomach were sticky with cream and juice.
“Last one,” Jae whispered and put the strawberry between his lips. He set the bowl back on the tray. Yoochun rose and licked at the fruit, smiling when Jae groaned. Arms wrapped around Jae’s middle and he lifted Jae, pulling his hips back and forward. Jae bit the strawberry as his body spasmed and the other half fell between them, forgotten.
“Come on, JaeJae,” Yoochun whispered. “Ride me.”
Jae’s hands clutched into Yoochun’s shoulders and he took over the movements, fucking himself on Yoochun’s cock. Yoochun kissed his shoulders and neck, whispering encouragement and obscenities in Jae’s ear.
“Fuck, JaeJae, I love it when you let me top. I love feeling my cock surrounded by your body, sliding and scraping against your walls. Can you go faster, Jae? Give me more.”
Jae’s head fell to Yoochun’s shoulder as he groaned and sped up. Yoochun rubbed hands up Jae’s thighs and on his hips, and then one hand grabbed Jae’s cock and he stroked him slowly.
“Ah, YooYum, faster.”
“Nope.”
Jae growled and teeth closed around a mouthful of muscle on Yoochun’s shoulder. Yoochun’s eyes shut with a hiss, but he didn’t hurry, and Jae kept his quick but steady pace. Their sex wasn’t always about getting off. Sometimes it was just about being together, locked together, skin together, kisses and touches and gasps. Sometimes quiet whispers and I love you’s. Sometimes burning eye contact. Time lost and cherished.
Yoochun sighed in contentment as Jae’s movements lost their rhythm.
“I love you, JaeJae,” he whispered and moved his hand just a bit faster.
Jae moaned. His cock jumped in Yoochun’s hand and then warm come covered Yoochun’s stomach. Jae stopped, body shaking, arms tight around Yoochun’s neck. With a hand supporting Jae’s lower back, Yoochun leaned Jae backwards and onto the bed. Jae lay, chest heaving, as Yoochun moved above him. Yoochun kissed the tears on Jae’s face.
“Why crying, JaeJae?”
Jae smiled. “Love.”
Yoochun kissed him softly, his own movements speeding up when Jae wrapped his legs around Yoochun’s waist, giving Yoochun more room to thrust deeper inside him.
“Love is supposed to make you happy,” Yoochun muttered.
“It does. With you, it does.”
“Good.”
Jae kissed his cheek, nose and chin, hands sliding over his back and tangling in his hair. Body arching into Yoochun’s movements.
Minutes, hours, Yoochun wasn’t sure, passed. And his orgasm was intense. It forced his eyes shut and body shaking. He breathed out Jae’s name as soon as he was able, and then lay there, enjoying Jae’s soft hands on his quivering back.
“YooYum, I’m scared,” Jae whispered.
Yoochun propped up on an elbow. “Of what?”
“Losing this. Losing you.”
“Do you want a promise of forever?”
Jae smiled. “No. Just … it’s terrifying to think about.”
“I know. Trust me, I know.”
“God, what are we doing?” Jae said. “This is best relationship I’ve ever had and we’re talking about it ending.”
“No, we’re not. We’re just reaffirming that we’re going to make it last so it doesn’t have to end.”
“What if it does?”
Yoochun shrugged. “Then you seduce Junsu, I seduce Changmin and we break them up so we don’t have to be alone.”
Jae stared at him for a beat and then laughed. “Oh my god, that would be awful.”
Yoochun laughed with him and then kissed him. “It’s one of the possibilities of our future. Let’s make sure it doesn’t happen.”
Jae nodded.
They kissed again, not wanting to break apart but the sweat and stickiness from the fruit was making them both feel gross.
“Let’s go take a shower,” Jae said.
Yoochun nodded and then pulled away, leaving Jae’s body slowly. Jae’s eyes shut and he moaned. His cock twitched and then he said, chest heaving, “I’m definitely going to start bottoming more.”
Yoochun sat back on his knees. A moment of panic hit when he saw a reddish clump of something on his skin, and then he laughed.
“What?” Jae asked.
Yoochun smirked, leaned over and scooped it up in his mouth.
“What was that?”
Yoochun kissed Jae, sharing the come-covered strawberry with him. Jae moaned and swallowed.
“And we’re going to start using food more,” Jae said with a shaky laugh.
“I agree. I’m sure everything will taste better if eaten off your body.”
Part 14: SEX
Part 12: RIBBON
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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