My Pretty Hero, Part 2
Title: My Pretty Hero
Pairing: Yunho/Hero
Rating: NC-17 Warning: vampire, under18!Jaejoong
Disclaimer: They aren't mine because I'm not a vampire and I can't turn them and make them loyal to me and only me. I totally would if I could, but I can't. Want to bite them so badly.
Summary: Yunho is playing nice with the neighboring kingdom when a beautiful boy ruins a plot meant to kill him and worms his way into Yunho's heart.
Warning: vampire, under18!Jaejoong (Jaejoong is about 10 or 11 at the beginning of this fic (with no smut with him that young) and 15 or 16ish during part 2)
Part 2:
This fic was inspired by this picture.
Hero sighed, picking listlessly at his food. He broke a chunk of bread off the loaf and dipped it in his stew, losing interest in it half way to his mouth, but eating it anyway.
“Dare I ask why you’re so upset today?” Junsu asked, leaning his elbows on the wooden top of the table next to Hero. “If it’s about Yunho, then save it. I’m tired of hearing you whine about him.”
“But hyung! Why doesn’t he want me?”
“He does want you,” Junsu said with an eye roll.
Hero couldn’t get mad at him. It wasn’t the first time Junsu had told him that, but Jung Yunho was a stubborn bastard and Hero knew that Yunho refused to touch him because he was so young. But it’d been five years! Wasn’t that old enough?
“Don’t ask for food if you’re not going to eat it,” the head chef, Shim Changmin said.
Hero sighed again and apologized and took a bite of the stew.
“Same thing?” Changmin asked, ruffling Hero’s dark hair. It’d lightened just a bit over the years and now fell around his face in soft layers.
“Yes,” Junsu said.
“Shut up,” Hero said and swatted at Changmin’s hand. “He’s frustrating me.”
Changmin smirked. “Well, did you ever think of taking matters into your own hands?” He jerked his hand in an obscene gesture and Junsu smacked him.
Hero rolled his eyes this time. “All the time, but it’s not the same and you know it,” Hero said with a pointed look at Junsu.
“That’s not what I meant, but it’s good to know you’re a healthy teenager.”
“Changmin,” Junsu said, narrowing his eyes.
Changmin smiled. “What I meant is have you ever let him catch you at it?”
Hero sat up, eyes wide. “What?”
“You want him. He refuses to see you as more than a boy, so show him what he’s missing.”
“That’s a really good idea actually,” Junsu said. “Yunho has been a right bastard for the last few years, and I think it’s because he isn’t getting any.”
“What?” Changmin said. “He hasn’t been laid in years? No wonder he’s been annoying lately.”
“What should I do?” Hero asked eagerly.
Changmin grinned. “Well, tonight when you go to bed, get there before Yunho and just start stroking off, and when he sees you, chances are, he won’t be able to refuse you.”
“I can even distract him,” Junsu said. “Keep him in his office for a couple hours to let you clean up and get ready for him.”
Changmin shook his head. “He’s paranoid. It’ll work better if Hero is ready for him at a normal time.”
“Or … what if he hasn’t left his office?” Hero asked, flushing lightly.
“You want to be fucked over his desk? Kinky!”
Hero really blushed. “Maybe not that, but …”
“It’s a fantastic idea, and I’ll help you,” Junsu said. “Hurry up and eat. We’re going to get you ready, and Yunho won’t remember his own name when you’re done with him.”
After a couple of hours under Junsu’s expert care, Hero stood nervously outside of Yunho’s door. He shut his eyes, imagining what was on the other side of the door and tried not to back out of this. Junsu and Changmin continued to assure him that Yunho wanted him as much as he wanted Yunho, but what if they were wrong? Junsu had let slip that Yunho hadn’t ever actually said he wanted Hero, but it was just the way Yunho looked at him and treated him.
Hero also knew that Yunho looked at him and treated him like a well-loved, human pet. Not as something desirable or even worthy of it.
Hero shut his eyes, cursing his self doubt. If he didn’t go in there, all of Junsu’s work would be for naught. His skin was smoother than it had ever been thanks to a special lotion that all the ladies in the castle used. He was clean inside and out even if that particular experience hadn’t been anything but embarrassing. And he was dressed, not in the gown that Junsu had given him, but in one of Yunho’s shirts, buttoned half way. They no longer fell to the floor on him, but covered just enough, the hem hitting his thighs. He was wearing a robe so he hadn’t been walking around the castle half naked.
He saw no one though, just like Junsu had promised. The servants were nowhere near this side of the castle.
With one more deep breath, Hero knocked on the door and opened it before Yunho told him to enter.
“Hero,” Yunho said, smiling widely. But then his eyes went over his body, and Hero flushed, but stayed standing, head held high. Yunho’s smile faded. “What on earth are you wearing?”
Hero told himself that he had one last chance to back out of this. The last moment.
Instead, he loosened the robe, let it fall off his shoulders, to his elbows and then to the floor, revealing the white button down shirt. He stood there, pretty much naked and watched Yunho’s passive face. He said nothing, and Hero wondered if he’d made a mistake. His face was a wall, no emotions, his body not even moving. Hero’s skin flushed, and he looked away from Yunho. His gaze landed on Yunho’s hand. He’d been writing something. And his knuckles were white, the pen bending.
Maybe …
Hero stepped over the crumpled robe and headed toward the desk.
“Hero,” Yunho gasped, and shook his head, just once.
It was enough to spur him on.
Hero smiled and walked around Yunho’s desk. Yunho followed him, eyes dark with hunger that Hero only saw when Yunho had gone two days without feeding from him. Hero stood in front of him, and touched his arm. He ran his fingers up his wrist and pried Yunho’s fingers from the pen. He took his hand and put it on his hip.
Yunho suddenly jerked and yanked his hand away. “Hero. Don’t.”
Hero turned and faced him, leaning against the desk. He pouted and crossed his arms. “Why not?”
“It’s not … I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t.”
“That’s not an answer,” Hero said and stamped his foot.
Yunho smiled and shook his head.
“Please,” Hero whispered. “Please. I want you.” He reached for Yunho’s hand again, but Yunho pulled it away. With another pout and a huff of breath, Hero moved the shirt away from the front of his body. He had the satisfaction of seeing Yunho look at his erection and lick his lips. He wrapped his fingers around himself and stroked, moaning.
Yunho gripped his wrist tightly. “Don’t.”
Hero jerked his hand, and Yunho let him go. “I want you.”
“Hero, you’re-”
“I am not too young!”
“Yes, you are!”
Hero met his eyes, knowing his own were just as stubborn as Yunho’s. They glared at each other, and then Hero got a very, very good idea. He smirked and leaned forward. “If I’m so young, then you should spank me.”
Yunho’s eyebrows shot up his head, eyes widening in surprise. “What?”
“I’m such a naughty boy,” Hero whispered, leaning forward. He put his hands on Yunho’s knees. “I’m wearing one of your shirts, and it’s not while we’re in bed. I walked all the way down here in nothing more than a robe where anyone could have seen me, and I interrupted you in your office. Such a naughty boy.”
“Hero, don’t.”
Emboldened, Hero smirked and moved closer. He put his arms around Yunho’s neck, the shirt lifted up, baring his erection and his ass. He rubbed against Yunho’s chest and then twisted and dropped himself over Yunho’s leg, catching himself with hands on the stone floor. He moaned, rubbing his erection on the underside of Yunho’s leg, over the soft pants.
Yunho growled, hands finally touching Hero’s skin, but only to hold him, to keep him from falling off.
Hero didn’t mind and humped Yunho’s leg again.
“Stop it.”
“No.”
“Hero, I’m serious.”
“So am I. Spank me.”
“You little-”
Hero wasn’t actually expecting him to, so the first slap against his ass had him yelping and jerking forward. The sharp pain was nothing compared to fangs in his neck, but it caused a similar twist of pleasure in his gut. He moaned and rubbed himself on Yunho again.
Yunho cursed and spanked him again, and then again. When hands gripped his body, Hero thought for just a moment that Yunho was going to push him off, but he only lifted Hero enough to get his other leg over so Hero was thrown over both legs, more supported and then his hand was back, smacking at his pale skin.
Hero shut his eyes, bit his lip and whimpered with every smack. He never really thought Yunho would have done this to him, but god, the pain was just what he needed. He cried out at a particularly strong smack and moved his hips back and forth, his cock nestled in the bend in Yunho’s knee.
“Such a naughty boy, being so tempting.”
Hero tried to smile and yelped at a sharp slap on his upper thigh instead of his ass. Yunho hit his thigh again and Hero moaned, going faster, panting and drooling on Yunho’s nice trousers.
With another growl, Yunho yanked him up and Hero’s world went wonky for a moment before he found himself pressed against Yunho’s chest and their lips together in a searing kiss. Hero smirked and eagerly met each kiss Yunho wanted to give him. Their tongues twisted around each other, and Hero moaned when a fang snagged the sensitive skin. He tried to pull away, but Yunho sucked his tongue into his mouth and moaned at the sweet coppery taste of his blood.
Hero moaned and pressed his hips forward. His erection slid on Yunho’s stomach, over his silk shirt and he moved faster. Yunho’s large hand dropped to his ass, cupping it and pushing him closer.
With a whimper, Hero pulled away from his lips, head back, mouth open and rocked quickly, his orgasm teasing with its intensity. Yunho’s other hand slipped down the front of him and long fingers curled around his cock, and Hero cried out, body going taut and hanging in that moment. Yunho’s hand tightened, sliding up his dick and that was enough. Hero snapped, screaming as his body jerked and pumped an orgasm all over the front of Yunho’s shirt and suit jacket. Shuddering, he collapsed against Yunho’s chest and tried not to whimper in utter disbelief.
“Naughty boy,” Yunho said, slapping his ass lightly. “You made a mess and probably ruined one of my favorite suits.”
Hero turned his head up and met Yunho’s amused gaze. “Spank me again?”
Yunho chuckled. He brought his hands to Hero’s face and their lips met in a less frantic kiss. Hero hummed in pleasure, body shivering with need and he forced himself up, straddling Yunho’s waist. His arms went around Yunho’s neck and held him tightly, speeding the kiss up. Yunho wrapped him up, his body shaking too and then pulled away with a gasp. Hero kept kissing him, over his cheeks and lips and down his neck.
Yunho chuckled. “I take it I have made you wait long enough.”
Hero pulled away only long enough to give him a disbelieving look and then went back to Yunho’s neck. His fingers slipped through the mess on his shirt and unbuttoned it, searching for that cool skin.
Yunho laughed and stood up, taking Hero with him, but only moved enough to put Hero on the desk. Hero leaned back on his hands and watched as Yunho slipped off his suit jacket and then finished removing the button down shirt. He licked his lips as all those beautiful muscles were revealed.
“You are gorgeous,” Hero said.
Yunho smiled. “So are you, my Pretty Hero.” He ran his hands up Hero’s body, fingers catching on the shirt. It pulled up, revealing Hero’s still-aching erection. “Ah, to be so young.”
“I’m old enough,” Hero said adamantly.
Yunho nodded. “So I see. Still young though.”
Hero pushed him away and sat up. “I am not!”
With a laugh, Yunho cupped Hero’s cheeks and kissed the pout away. “Yes, you are, and are you going to keep debating the point or are you going to let me show you how much I like you just as you are?”
Hero shivered at the lust that deepened Yunho’s voice. He moaned when Yunho’s hand slipped down his front and to his cock again.
“Roll over, naughty boy,” Yunho whispered, their lips barely touching.
Hero inhaled sharply and then did as he was told, whipping around to kneel on the edge of the desk. He folded his arms and put his head in them. Yunho’s large hands ran up and down his thighs and then spread his legs. Hero shivered from the sensitivity of the touches, and then yelped when he was again spanked.
“I love it when your skin is flushed like this,” Yunho whispered. He gripped Hero’s ass, spreading him open and then leaned forward.
Hero moaned at the first touch of a tongue to his body and he was so glad that he’d let Junsu talk him into that uncomfortable, thorough cleaning. Yunho moaned too, so Hero knew he appreciated it, even if he didn’t and would never know details. His tongue lapped at Hero’s body and Hero shuddered from the attention. The sensations were driving him crazy. Yunho pressed his tongue into Hero’s clenching entrance, and he spread his legs more, trying to give him better access. He left one elbow on the table and took his cock in his hand, stroking roughly.
Yunho grunted in disapproval and slapped his hand away, replacing it with his own. Hero keened, clawing at the paper and edge of the desk. His back arched and then stomach bowed toward the desk. He tried not to hump Yunho’s hand and moaned with every press of tongue into his body. A stiff finger pressed into him and Hero whined in discomfort.
“Sorry, Pretty, but it can’t be helped if this is what you want.”
Hero shut his eyes and managed to say, “Oil. Robe pocket.”
Yunho chuckled. “I should have known you would plan this.”
Hero tried not to whine when Yunho’s body heat disappeared. His vision was fuzzy as he watched Yunho walk across the room. While he was by the door, he dropped the heavy bar locking it and then found the small vial of lavender scented oil that Junsu had given him.
“You had help,” Yunho said, coming back to the desk. “Changmin?”
Hero nodded. “And Junsu. They said you’ve been a dick lately because you need to get laid.”
Yunho threw his head back and laughed. He ran his hand over the pinked skin of Hero’s ass.
“Yunho?”
“Huh?”
“Can I turn over? I want to watch you push your fingers inside me.”
Yunho moaned and picked Hero up, easily carrying him across the room to the small couch. He pushed a few things to the side and then set Hero in the middle of it. Hero sagged against the soft cushions and lifted his legs.
“Much better,” he said, holding behind his knees.
Yunho moaned again and fell to his knees. He kissed the pale skin of Hero’s thighs, adding a few small nips along the sensitive inner curves.
Hero sighed, relaxing further into the couch. “Please, Yunho, please,” he whispered and rolled his hips up.
Yunho nodded. He put his hands on Hero’s thighs and spread his ass. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue from balls to hole over and over again, leaving Hero gasping and begging, fingers digging into his own skin. It was intense watching him, feeling it at the same time. Yunho went back to his clenching body and shoved his tongue inside him, over and over, until Hero was writhing on the couch, begging. He stopped and ran his tongue up Hero’s erection. He closed his lips around the tip and lifted, sucking it into his mouth and down his throat.
Hero cried out, hips rising. His fingers spasmed, letting go of his knees and they hooked on Yunho’s shoulders. Yunho bobbed his head, a slow up and down. His finger found the furled opening and pressed in slowly. Still not slick, but enough to get a knuckle inside him. Hero tightened around the finger, moaning as lust and need and pleasure coiled low in his body.
“Come, come, need … oh god. Going to come,” Hero whispered.
Yunho sucked slower, pulling a painful whimper from Hero. His finger left his body and Hero groaned again in disappointment. But he wasn’t left empty long. A few moments later, the finger returned, slick with the scented oil and it pressed into him, completely and he clamped down on it, screaming. Yunho moaned in approval and pumped the finger in and out of him. Hero’s orgasm built and steadied and then exploded as Yunho sucked his soul through his erection and he came hard, gagging Yunho with the flood of his release.
Still recovering, shivering and whimpering, Hero barely noticed when Yunho pressed a second finger inside him.
“Oh, Yunho-hyung, fuck.” Hero squirmed until Yunho released his erection and then kissed up his body.
“Bite me, oh god, please, bite me.”
Yunho lifted his head and said, “Where?”
Hero lowered one leg, fingers trailing around his hip, close to his cock. Yunho smiled and sank his fangs into the skin. Hero screamed and his cock pulsed more come from it, the pleasure enough to give him half an orgasm. Yunho pumped his fingers faster and added a third harshly. Hero whimpered, head rolling with pleasure, eyes blurry. The room was spinning and he was falling.
“Fuck me, fuck me, me, fuck … fuck, please, Yunho, please.”
Yunho pulled his fangs out of him and licked at the wound that was going to sting in the morning. He removed his fingers and just looked at Hero, lying beneath him, panting. Hero clawed at his arms and begged again.
Yunho shivered and quickly divested himself of his trousers and boxers. His erection hung heavily away from his body, clear fluid pearling at the tip. Hero licked his lips and couldn’t wait for the night when he could put it in his mouth.
Yunho covered his erection with the oil. “This is going to hurt you.”
“Good,” Hero said with a smirk. He grabbed behind his knees again and spread them, opening himself up. Yunho licked his lips. He held his cock down, guiding it to Hero’s body. He pressed in slowly, and Hero bucked up, whimpering from the stretch. It did indeed hurt, but he’d survived worse and the sharp intake of breath that Yunho made when he tightened up around him made it worth it.
“Kiss me.”
Yunho moaned, falling forward, forcing more of his dick into Hero, and they both moaned into the harsh kiss. Yunho moved his hips, slowly out and pushing back in, and Hero cried out into his mouth. He lost hold of his knees again and wrapped his legs around Yunho’s body. They slipped over sweaty skin before his ankles hooked above Yunho’s ass. He tightened them, urging Yunho to go faster. It was enough and Yunho snapped his hips forward, pulling cries from Hero’s throat, punctuated by the slap of their bodies.
“Oh, god, Hero, love, love … god.” Their lips parted and met between Yunho’s broken confession and Hero’s chest ached and his mind clouded with love and lust and he dug his nails into Yunho’s shoulders.
“Fuck,” Yunho gasped, yanking away. His fangs lengthened and Hero turned his head in invitation and Yunho took it and slammed his fangs into Hero’s neck.
Hero whimpered at the different angle, and his cock was pressed so tightly between them, rubbing on Yunho’s stomach and chest with every thrust into his body. The pain was too much for him, too much at once, and his body jerked and twisted it into the pleasure that he was waiting for. He managed to slip a hand between them, around his dick and then Yunho growled again his neck, sped up even more and slammed him into the couch. He barely had to move his hand, just tighten his fingers, and he screamed when he came, clamping down on Yunho and pumping come between them and more blood into Yunho’s mouth. He sagged, weak and spent while Yunho continued to fuck him and drink from him. His head went light, and he recognized the difference between orgasm lightheadedness and loss of blood.
Yunho had never drank too much, and Hero trusted him not to now. His body slowed, and his chest hitched with every thrust, every swallow, and then he pulled away and shuddered, moaning with his bloodied mouth against Hero’s shoulder. He froze for a moment, jerked his hips a few more times and then came, screaming his release into Hero’s neck.
Hero took a deep breath and ran his hands up into Yunho’s sweaty hair. The other stayed where he was, collapsed against him, weight pushing Hero into the couch. He shivered every few moments, hips still moving oh so slowly. Hero’s head was still light. He pushed hair out of the way and kissed Yunho’s forehead.
“God, thank you, Yunho.”
Yunho chuckled, the deep noise sending more vibrations down Hero’s body. “I still say you’re too young.”
Hero snorted and lifted his hips, forcing Yunho’s dick into him deeply again. He yanked on Yunho’s hair, forcing his head up. Their eyes met.
Yunho smirked. “Then again, you’re old enough, right?”
“Damn straight. Now come upstairs with me, take a bath with me and then fuck me in our bed.”
Yunho groaned. “You’re never going to let me rest again, are you?”
“Nope. You’re a lucky vampire.”
“Yes, I am.” Yunho kissed him softly and pressed their foreheads together. “I didn’t want to pressure you. I didn’t want you to think I expected this of you. I wanted you to want it.”
Hero’s chest tightened with love again and he shook his head, “You silly vampire. Why would I want anything else or anyone else but you?”
Yunho smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. With one more stabilizing breath, he pushed away, groaning when his cock slipped out of Hero’s body. He stood up and Hero eyed the half-hard dick and the white come dripping from the tip. He sat up quickly, gripped Yunho’s balls and sucked his cock into his mouth. He moaned at the taste, and Yunho moaned, hands on his shoulders.
“Hero, stop,” Yunho begged, knees shaking.
Hero rolled his eyes up and smirked around his cock.
“Maybe instead of letting your wear my shirts to bed, I’ll tie you up with them so I can keep control of you.”
Hero yanked himself away, eyes glinting with eagerness. “You promise?”
Yunho moaned and his cock twitched.
Hero pulled the sweat-soaked shirt off and said, “Let’s try it right now.”
“Fuck, let me recover first.”
“You can recover while you tie me up.”
Yunho chuckled. He reached for Hero and gathered their naked bodies together. “I love you, my Pretty Hero.”
Hero held his breath and looked up at him. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Now, bath first. After that, we’ll talk about tying you up.”
“Talk about? Just talk about?”
“Hm, you’re right,” Yunho said running his finger along Hero’s lips. “It is going to be a bit difficult for you to talk when you’re gagged.”
Hero shivered and shoved Yunho away. “Hurry up. Get dressed. I’ll race you upstairs.” Hero took a step and his knee collapsed as pain shot up his body.
Yunho laughed and easily caught him. Their lips met again and Hero didn’t complain when Yunho lowered them back to the couch. And Yunho didn’t complain when Hero straddled his lap and held him steady and sank back on his cock and rode them both to another orgasm.
Epilogue: Binding
Part 1: Meeting
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Pairing: Yunho/Hero
Rating: NC-17 Warning: vampire, under18!Jaejoong
Disclaimer: They aren't mine because I'm not a vampire and I can't turn them and make them loyal to me and only me. I totally would if I could, but I can't. Want to bite them so badly.
Summary: Yunho is playing nice with the neighboring kingdom when a beautiful boy ruins a plot meant to kill him and worms his way into Yunho's heart.
Warning: vampire, under18!Jaejoong (Jaejoong is about 10 or 11 at the beginning of this fic (with no smut with him that young) and 15 or 16ish during part 2)
Part 2:
This fic was inspired by this picture.
Hero sighed, picking listlessly at his food. He broke a chunk of bread off the loaf and dipped it in his stew, losing interest in it half way to his mouth, but eating it anyway.
“Dare I ask why you’re so upset today?” Junsu asked, leaning his elbows on the wooden top of the table next to Hero. “If it’s about Yunho, then save it. I’m tired of hearing you whine about him.”
“But hyung! Why doesn’t he want me?”
“He does want you,” Junsu said with an eye roll.
Hero couldn’t get mad at him. It wasn’t the first time Junsu had told him that, but Jung Yunho was a stubborn bastard and Hero knew that Yunho refused to touch him because he was so young. But it’d been five years! Wasn’t that old enough?
“Don’t ask for food if you’re not going to eat it,” the head chef, Shim Changmin said.
Hero sighed again and apologized and took a bite of the stew.
“Same thing?” Changmin asked, ruffling Hero’s dark hair. It’d lightened just a bit over the years and now fell around his face in soft layers.
“Yes,” Junsu said.
“Shut up,” Hero said and swatted at Changmin’s hand. “He’s frustrating me.”
Changmin smirked. “Well, did you ever think of taking matters into your own hands?” He jerked his hand in an obscene gesture and Junsu smacked him.
Hero rolled his eyes this time. “All the time, but it’s not the same and you know it,” Hero said with a pointed look at Junsu.
“That’s not what I meant, but it’s good to know you’re a healthy teenager.”
“Changmin,” Junsu said, narrowing his eyes.
Changmin smiled. “What I meant is have you ever let him catch you at it?”
Hero sat up, eyes wide. “What?”
“You want him. He refuses to see you as more than a boy, so show him what he’s missing.”
“That’s a really good idea actually,” Junsu said. “Yunho has been a right bastard for the last few years, and I think it’s because he isn’t getting any.”
“What?” Changmin said. “He hasn’t been laid in years? No wonder he’s been annoying lately.”
“What should I do?” Hero asked eagerly.
Changmin grinned. “Well, tonight when you go to bed, get there before Yunho and just start stroking off, and when he sees you, chances are, he won’t be able to refuse you.”
“I can even distract him,” Junsu said. “Keep him in his office for a couple hours to let you clean up and get ready for him.”
Changmin shook his head. “He’s paranoid. It’ll work better if Hero is ready for him at a normal time.”
“Or … what if he hasn’t left his office?” Hero asked, flushing lightly.
“You want to be fucked over his desk? Kinky!”
Hero really blushed. “Maybe not that, but …”
“It’s a fantastic idea, and I’ll help you,” Junsu said. “Hurry up and eat. We’re going to get you ready, and Yunho won’t remember his own name when you’re done with him.”
After a couple of hours under Junsu’s expert care, Hero stood nervously outside of Yunho’s door. He shut his eyes, imagining what was on the other side of the door and tried not to back out of this. Junsu and Changmin continued to assure him that Yunho wanted him as much as he wanted Yunho, but what if they were wrong? Junsu had let slip that Yunho hadn’t ever actually said he wanted Hero, but it was just the way Yunho looked at him and treated him.
Hero also knew that Yunho looked at him and treated him like a well-loved, human pet. Not as something desirable or even worthy of it.
Hero shut his eyes, cursing his self doubt. If he didn’t go in there, all of Junsu’s work would be for naught. His skin was smoother than it had ever been thanks to a special lotion that all the ladies in the castle used. He was clean inside and out even if that particular experience hadn’t been anything but embarrassing. And he was dressed, not in the gown that Junsu had given him, but in one of Yunho’s shirts, buttoned half way. They no longer fell to the floor on him, but covered just enough, the hem hitting his thighs. He was wearing a robe so he hadn’t been walking around the castle half naked.
He saw no one though, just like Junsu had promised. The servants were nowhere near this side of the castle.
With one more deep breath, Hero knocked on the door and opened it before Yunho told him to enter.
“Hero,” Yunho said, smiling widely. But then his eyes went over his body, and Hero flushed, but stayed standing, head held high. Yunho’s smile faded. “What on earth are you wearing?”
Hero told himself that he had one last chance to back out of this. The last moment.
Instead, he loosened the robe, let it fall off his shoulders, to his elbows and then to the floor, revealing the white button down shirt. He stood there, pretty much naked and watched Yunho’s passive face. He said nothing, and Hero wondered if he’d made a mistake. His face was a wall, no emotions, his body not even moving. Hero’s skin flushed, and he looked away from Yunho. His gaze landed on Yunho’s hand. He’d been writing something. And his knuckles were white, the pen bending.
Maybe …
Hero stepped over the crumpled robe and headed toward the desk.
“Hero,” Yunho gasped, and shook his head, just once.
It was enough to spur him on.
Hero smiled and walked around Yunho’s desk. Yunho followed him, eyes dark with hunger that Hero only saw when Yunho had gone two days without feeding from him. Hero stood in front of him, and touched his arm. He ran his fingers up his wrist and pried Yunho’s fingers from the pen. He took his hand and put it on his hip.
Yunho suddenly jerked and yanked his hand away. “Hero. Don’t.”
Hero turned and faced him, leaning against the desk. He pouted and crossed his arms. “Why not?”
“It’s not … I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t.”
“That’s not an answer,” Hero said and stamped his foot.
Yunho smiled and shook his head.
“Please,” Hero whispered. “Please. I want you.” He reached for Yunho’s hand again, but Yunho pulled it away. With another pout and a huff of breath, Hero moved the shirt away from the front of his body. He had the satisfaction of seeing Yunho look at his erection and lick his lips. He wrapped his fingers around himself and stroked, moaning.
Yunho gripped his wrist tightly. “Don’t.”
Hero jerked his hand, and Yunho let him go. “I want you.”
“Hero, you’re-”
“I am not too young!”
“Yes, you are!”
Hero met his eyes, knowing his own were just as stubborn as Yunho’s. They glared at each other, and then Hero got a very, very good idea. He smirked and leaned forward. “If I’m so young, then you should spank me.”
Yunho’s eyebrows shot up his head, eyes widening in surprise. “What?”
“I’m such a naughty boy,” Hero whispered, leaning forward. He put his hands on Yunho’s knees. “I’m wearing one of your shirts, and it’s not while we’re in bed. I walked all the way down here in nothing more than a robe where anyone could have seen me, and I interrupted you in your office. Such a naughty boy.”
“Hero, don’t.”
Emboldened, Hero smirked and moved closer. He put his arms around Yunho’s neck, the shirt lifted up, baring his erection and his ass. He rubbed against Yunho’s chest and then twisted and dropped himself over Yunho’s leg, catching himself with hands on the stone floor. He moaned, rubbing his erection on the underside of Yunho’s leg, over the soft pants.
Yunho growled, hands finally touching Hero’s skin, but only to hold him, to keep him from falling off.
Hero didn’t mind and humped Yunho’s leg again.
“Stop it.”
“No.”
“Hero, I’m serious.”
“So am I. Spank me.”
“You little-”
Hero wasn’t actually expecting him to, so the first slap against his ass had him yelping and jerking forward. The sharp pain was nothing compared to fangs in his neck, but it caused a similar twist of pleasure in his gut. He moaned and rubbed himself on Yunho again.
Yunho cursed and spanked him again, and then again. When hands gripped his body, Hero thought for just a moment that Yunho was going to push him off, but he only lifted Hero enough to get his other leg over so Hero was thrown over both legs, more supported and then his hand was back, smacking at his pale skin.
Hero shut his eyes, bit his lip and whimpered with every smack. He never really thought Yunho would have done this to him, but god, the pain was just what he needed. He cried out at a particularly strong smack and moved his hips back and forth, his cock nestled in the bend in Yunho’s knee.
“Such a naughty boy, being so tempting.”
Hero tried to smile and yelped at a sharp slap on his upper thigh instead of his ass. Yunho hit his thigh again and Hero moaned, going faster, panting and drooling on Yunho’s nice trousers.
With another growl, Yunho yanked him up and Hero’s world went wonky for a moment before he found himself pressed against Yunho’s chest and their lips together in a searing kiss. Hero smirked and eagerly met each kiss Yunho wanted to give him. Their tongues twisted around each other, and Hero moaned when a fang snagged the sensitive skin. He tried to pull away, but Yunho sucked his tongue into his mouth and moaned at the sweet coppery taste of his blood.
Hero moaned and pressed his hips forward. His erection slid on Yunho’s stomach, over his silk shirt and he moved faster. Yunho’s large hand dropped to his ass, cupping it and pushing him closer.
With a whimper, Hero pulled away from his lips, head back, mouth open and rocked quickly, his orgasm teasing with its intensity. Yunho’s other hand slipped down the front of him and long fingers curled around his cock, and Hero cried out, body going taut and hanging in that moment. Yunho’s hand tightened, sliding up his dick and that was enough. Hero snapped, screaming as his body jerked and pumped an orgasm all over the front of Yunho’s shirt and suit jacket. Shuddering, he collapsed against Yunho’s chest and tried not to whimper in utter disbelief.
“Naughty boy,” Yunho said, slapping his ass lightly. “You made a mess and probably ruined one of my favorite suits.”
Hero turned his head up and met Yunho’s amused gaze. “Spank me again?”
Yunho chuckled. He brought his hands to Hero’s face and their lips met in a less frantic kiss. Hero hummed in pleasure, body shivering with need and he forced himself up, straddling Yunho’s waist. His arms went around Yunho’s neck and held him tightly, speeding the kiss up. Yunho wrapped him up, his body shaking too and then pulled away with a gasp. Hero kept kissing him, over his cheeks and lips and down his neck.
Yunho chuckled. “I take it I have made you wait long enough.”
Hero pulled away only long enough to give him a disbelieving look and then went back to Yunho’s neck. His fingers slipped through the mess on his shirt and unbuttoned it, searching for that cool skin.
Yunho laughed and stood up, taking Hero with him, but only moved enough to put Hero on the desk. Hero leaned back on his hands and watched as Yunho slipped off his suit jacket and then finished removing the button down shirt. He licked his lips as all those beautiful muscles were revealed.
“You are gorgeous,” Hero said.
Yunho smiled. “So are you, my Pretty Hero.” He ran his hands up Hero’s body, fingers catching on the shirt. It pulled up, revealing Hero’s still-aching erection. “Ah, to be so young.”
“I’m old enough,” Hero said adamantly.
Yunho nodded. “So I see. Still young though.”
Hero pushed him away and sat up. “I am not!”
With a laugh, Yunho cupped Hero’s cheeks and kissed the pout away. “Yes, you are, and are you going to keep debating the point or are you going to let me show you how much I like you just as you are?”
Hero shivered at the lust that deepened Yunho’s voice. He moaned when Yunho’s hand slipped down his front and to his cock again.
“Roll over, naughty boy,” Yunho whispered, their lips barely touching.
Hero inhaled sharply and then did as he was told, whipping around to kneel on the edge of the desk. He folded his arms and put his head in them. Yunho’s large hands ran up and down his thighs and then spread his legs. Hero shivered from the sensitivity of the touches, and then yelped when he was again spanked.
“I love it when your skin is flushed like this,” Yunho whispered. He gripped Hero’s ass, spreading him open and then leaned forward.
Hero moaned at the first touch of a tongue to his body and he was so glad that he’d let Junsu talk him into that uncomfortable, thorough cleaning. Yunho moaned too, so Hero knew he appreciated it, even if he didn’t and would never know details. His tongue lapped at Hero’s body and Hero shuddered from the attention. The sensations were driving him crazy. Yunho pressed his tongue into Hero’s clenching entrance, and he spread his legs more, trying to give him better access. He left one elbow on the table and took his cock in his hand, stroking roughly.
Yunho grunted in disapproval and slapped his hand away, replacing it with his own. Hero keened, clawing at the paper and edge of the desk. His back arched and then stomach bowed toward the desk. He tried not to hump Yunho’s hand and moaned with every press of tongue into his body. A stiff finger pressed into him and Hero whined in discomfort.
“Sorry, Pretty, but it can’t be helped if this is what you want.”
Hero shut his eyes and managed to say, “Oil. Robe pocket.”
Yunho chuckled. “I should have known you would plan this.”
Hero tried not to whine when Yunho’s body heat disappeared. His vision was fuzzy as he watched Yunho walk across the room. While he was by the door, he dropped the heavy bar locking it and then found the small vial of lavender scented oil that Junsu had given him.
“You had help,” Yunho said, coming back to the desk. “Changmin?”
Hero nodded. “And Junsu. They said you’ve been a dick lately because you need to get laid.”
Yunho threw his head back and laughed. He ran his hand over the pinked skin of Hero’s ass.
“Yunho?”
“Huh?”
“Can I turn over? I want to watch you push your fingers inside me.”
Yunho moaned and picked Hero up, easily carrying him across the room to the small couch. He pushed a few things to the side and then set Hero in the middle of it. Hero sagged against the soft cushions and lifted his legs.
“Much better,” he said, holding behind his knees.
Yunho moaned again and fell to his knees. He kissed the pale skin of Hero’s thighs, adding a few small nips along the sensitive inner curves.
Hero sighed, relaxing further into the couch. “Please, Yunho, please,” he whispered and rolled his hips up.
Yunho nodded. He put his hands on Hero’s thighs and spread his ass. Leaning forward, he ran his tongue from balls to hole over and over again, leaving Hero gasping and begging, fingers digging into his own skin. It was intense watching him, feeling it at the same time. Yunho went back to his clenching body and shoved his tongue inside him, over and over, until Hero was writhing on the couch, begging. He stopped and ran his tongue up Hero’s erection. He closed his lips around the tip and lifted, sucking it into his mouth and down his throat.
Hero cried out, hips rising. His fingers spasmed, letting go of his knees and they hooked on Yunho’s shoulders. Yunho bobbed his head, a slow up and down. His finger found the furled opening and pressed in slowly. Still not slick, but enough to get a knuckle inside him. Hero tightened around the finger, moaning as lust and need and pleasure coiled low in his body.
“Come, come, need … oh god. Going to come,” Hero whispered.
Yunho sucked slower, pulling a painful whimper from Hero. His finger left his body and Hero groaned again in disappointment. But he wasn’t left empty long. A few moments later, the finger returned, slick with the scented oil and it pressed into him, completely and he clamped down on it, screaming. Yunho moaned in approval and pumped the finger in and out of him. Hero’s orgasm built and steadied and then exploded as Yunho sucked his soul through his erection and he came hard, gagging Yunho with the flood of his release.
Still recovering, shivering and whimpering, Hero barely noticed when Yunho pressed a second finger inside him.
“Oh, Yunho-hyung, fuck.” Hero squirmed until Yunho released his erection and then kissed up his body.
“Bite me, oh god, please, bite me.”
Yunho lifted his head and said, “Where?”
Hero lowered one leg, fingers trailing around his hip, close to his cock. Yunho smiled and sank his fangs into the skin. Hero screamed and his cock pulsed more come from it, the pleasure enough to give him half an orgasm. Yunho pumped his fingers faster and added a third harshly. Hero whimpered, head rolling with pleasure, eyes blurry. The room was spinning and he was falling.
“Fuck me, fuck me, me, fuck … fuck, please, Yunho, please.”
Yunho pulled his fangs out of him and licked at the wound that was going to sting in the morning. He removed his fingers and just looked at Hero, lying beneath him, panting. Hero clawed at his arms and begged again.
Yunho shivered and quickly divested himself of his trousers and boxers. His erection hung heavily away from his body, clear fluid pearling at the tip. Hero licked his lips and couldn’t wait for the night when he could put it in his mouth.
Yunho covered his erection with the oil. “This is going to hurt you.”
“Good,” Hero said with a smirk. He grabbed behind his knees again and spread them, opening himself up. Yunho licked his lips. He held his cock down, guiding it to Hero’s body. He pressed in slowly, and Hero bucked up, whimpering from the stretch. It did indeed hurt, but he’d survived worse and the sharp intake of breath that Yunho made when he tightened up around him made it worth it.
“Kiss me.”
Yunho moaned, falling forward, forcing more of his dick into Hero, and they both moaned into the harsh kiss. Yunho moved his hips, slowly out and pushing back in, and Hero cried out into his mouth. He lost hold of his knees again and wrapped his legs around Yunho’s body. They slipped over sweaty skin before his ankles hooked above Yunho’s ass. He tightened them, urging Yunho to go faster. It was enough and Yunho snapped his hips forward, pulling cries from Hero’s throat, punctuated by the slap of their bodies.
“Oh, god, Hero, love, love … god.” Their lips parted and met between Yunho’s broken confession and Hero’s chest ached and his mind clouded with love and lust and he dug his nails into Yunho’s shoulders.
“Fuck,” Yunho gasped, yanking away. His fangs lengthened and Hero turned his head in invitation and Yunho took it and slammed his fangs into Hero’s neck.
Hero whimpered at the different angle, and his cock was pressed so tightly between them, rubbing on Yunho’s stomach and chest with every thrust into his body. The pain was too much for him, too much at once, and his body jerked and twisted it into the pleasure that he was waiting for. He managed to slip a hand between them, around his dick and then Yunho growled again his neck, sped up even more and slammed him into the couch. He barely had to move his hand, just tighten his fingers, and he screamed when he came, clamping down on Yunho and pumping come between them and more blood into Yunho’s mouth. He sagged, weak and spent while Yunho continued to fuck him and drink from him. His head went light, and he recognized the difference between orgasm lightheadedness and loss of blood.
Yunho had never drank too much, and Hero trusted him not to now. His body slowed, and his chest hitched with every thrust, every swallow, and then he pulled away and shuddered, moaning with his bloodied mouth against Hero’s shoulder. He froze for a moment, jerked his hips a few more times and then came, screaming his release into Hero’s neck.
Hero took a deep breath and ran his hands up into Yunho’s sweaty hair. The other stayed where he was, collapsed against him, weight pushing Hero into the couch. He shivered every few moments, hips still moving oh so slowly. Hero’s head was still light. He pushed hair out of the way and kissed Yunho’s forehead.
“God, thank you, Yunho.”
Yunho chuckled, the deep noise sending more vibrations down Hero’s body. “I still say you’re too young.”
Hero snorted and lifted his hips, forcing Yunho’s dick into him deeply again. He yanked on Yunho’s hair, forcing his head up. Their eyes met.
Yunho smirked. “Then again, you’re old enough, right?”
“Damn straight. Now come upstairs with me, take a bath with me and then fuck me in our bed.”
Yunho groaned. “You’re never going to let me rest again, are you?”
“Nope. You’re a lucky vampire.”
“Yes, I am.” Yunho kissed him softly and pressed their foreheads together. “I didn’t want to pressure you. I didn’t want you to think I expected this of you. I wanted you to want it.”
Hero’s chest tightened with love again and he shook his head, “You silly vampire. Why would I want anything else or anyone else but you?”
Yunho smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. With one more stabilizing breath, he pushed away, groaning when his cock slipped out of Hero’s body. He stood up and Hero eyed the half-hard dick and the white come dripping from the tip. He sat up quickly, gripped Yunho’s balls and sucked his cock into his mouth. He moaned at the taste, and Yunho moaned, hands on his shoulders.
“Hero, stop,” Yunho begged, knees shaking.
Hero rolled his eyes up and smirked around his cock.
“Maybe instead of letting your wear my shirts to bed, I’ll tie you up with them so I can keep control of you.”
Hero yanked himself away, eyes glinting with eagerness. “You promise?”
Yunho moaned and his cock twitched.
Hero pulled the sweat-soaked shirt off and said, “Let’s try it right now.”
“Fuck, let me recover first.”
“You can recover while you tie me up.”
Yunho chuckled. He reached for Hero and gathered their naked bodies together. “I love you, my Pretty Hero.”
Hero held his breath and looked up at him. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Now, bath first. After that, we’ll talk about tying you up.”
“Talk about? Just talk about?”
“Hm, you’re right,” Yunho said running his finger along Hero’s lips. “It is going to be a bit difficult for you to talk when you’re gagged.”
Hero shivered and shoved Yunho away. “Hurry up. Get dressed. I’ll race you upstairs.” Hero took a step and his knee collapsed as pain shot up his body.
Yunho laughed and easily caught him. Their lips met again and Hero didn’t complain when Yunho lowered them back to the couch. And Yunho didn’t complain when Hero straddled his lap and held him steady and sank back on his cock and rode them both to another orgasm.
Epilogue: Binding
Part 1: Meeting
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