A Knight of Fire 8/?
Title: A Knight of Fire 8/?
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine and I can't even claim the idea as mine because it is all devilaugh's fault.
Summary: Jaejoong is a scribe in King Ahn Chilhyun's court. He is sent to small seaside village to teach the people how to read, and instead finds a lover who has a secret that will end up endangering the entire world.
A/N: This fic is all devilaugh's fault. It was her idea on the post about the picture of Jaejoong, so this fic was partially inspired by this picture
Part 8:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Yunho’s mother had found the clothes he’d worn during his last stay in the village, and it felt nice to wear the heavier linen pants and the longer tunic. The boots were more comfortable and sturdier than the flat footwear worn in the city.
Jaejoong had been to one council meeting during his year at Knights Village. It was interesting. Council meetings at the castle in the city were held behind closed doors with only the king, his scribe, and his most trusted advisors in attendance. In Knights Village, the council was held in the town square, with Lord Jung, Fisherman Kim, Hunter Jang, and Farmer Song presiding over the meeting and keeping everything in order. All of the villagers were welcome, and most showed up.
The entire scrutiny of the town turned to Jaejoong when he stepped into the bright summer sunlight, blinking stupidly until he could see. Fortunately, the distrustful looks from his first council meeting were gone, and most of the villagers looked anxious but determined.
“Sorry,” Yunho said. “He was sleeping.”
Someone snorted in disbelief. Probably a Kim Twin. But it pulled a few smiles from their audience.
“You’ve read the letter?” Yunho asked.
Most nodded, but Junho shouted, “More than once because you were busy fuc-” Junsu covered his mouth and elbowed him in the ribs with the townspeople outright laughing.
Yunho waited until everything settled down. “So what do we do?” he asked and looked at Junsu, who shrugged and looked up at the four men standing upon the stone dais.
The Lord Jung looked at his son. “It’s up to you two. You know that we will support whatever you decide.”
Yunho turned to the crowd.
“No need to even ask,” one of the women said.
“If we leave, you will not be protected,” Junsu said.
“Leave?” Jaejoong interrupted.
“To go to the Eastern Mountains and find the Knight of Air.”
“Wait. Just like that?”
Yunho glanced over at him. “What do you mean?”
“Based off one letter, a few soldiers, and what I have said, you are going to do this, reunite the Elements against ... against ... against what?”
“Changmin was right.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “As always.”
“But more importantly, I trust you. I trust Changmin. We have to stop this before it starts. As the Elementals, we can ...”
“What? Be kings?”
“The world does not need a king.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “The world needs a king to protect people from being taken advantage of.”
“Then the Elementals will be kings. We know our history. We know the way we used to rule.”
“And if people don’t agree? If people fight against you?”
Yunho frowned and glanced at Junsu.
“It has happened once in the past,” Jaejoong said. “Or if you end up fighting against each other.”
“Then I guess we must decide which is worse,” Yunho said. “Living under the rule of four Elementals who want peace in the land, or a king who only wants gold, property, and slaves, and will use any means to get them.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Jaejoong noted the hardened stares of the villagers. But the anger was not directed at him.
“What happened?” he asked, remembering the knife at his neck.
Yunho scratched the back of his neck. “We sort of ... well, ...
“We kind of killed a few of the king’s guards,” Junsu said.
“Kind of?” Jaejoong said.
“I guess it was pretty permanent,” Junho added.
“They arrived unannounced with a decree that all of our men had to abandon our women and children to serve in the army,” the Lord Jung said. “We politely declined.”
“The rebels in the north,” Jaejoong mused, remembering that day when he realized just how militaristic the king was.
“Yeah, that’s us,” Yunho said. “Each week their outposts grow closer.”
“We would have gotten through it without a fight, but one of the captains decided that Jihye was his, and well ...” Junsu paused and looked over at Yunho.
Jaejoong stared at him as well. “Did you use your fire?”
“No. There were too many others. I can use a sword just fine. There was a skirmish, only four of them died, but the remaining soldiers left.”
“No one here was lost?”
Yunho shook his head. “No, though there were a few injuries.”
Jaejoong sighed and looked up at the sky.
“It will only get worse,” Yunho said, voice still loud enough to carry across the courtyard.
Jaejoong nodded. He had been almost too young, but still remembered the last king who was overthrown. It had been dangerous to want to do anything without the king’s permission. But he was driven out of the city, and then hunted by King Ahn and destroyed.
“How bad do we let it get? How many more women will be raped and taken in the name of a king? We have to do this.”
“But your people,” Jaejoong said.
It was Jihye that said, “We’ll be fine. We are warriors and self-sufficient, Master Jaejoong. I did bloody the man’s nose and break his wrist before Yunho got to him with his sword.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
Yunho reached out his hand. “We need you to come with us. You carry the crest of the king.”
Jaejoong looked down at his chest before remembering that the crest and its heavy chain lay upon Yunho’s bed. He had hardly worn it when he had been here before. It was so easy to cast away the memories of the city.
“I will,” Jaejoong said and met Yunho’s eyes. “You know I will.”
Yunho smiled and hugged him briefly. “We need to leave as soon as possible, preferably before the king’s soldiers pay us another visit.”
Junsu nodded. “You coming with us, bro?”
Junho grinned. “Of course. I’ll keep Jaejoong company while you two play with magic.”
Yunho actually growled and pulled Jaejoong against him.
Junho laughed.
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
Leaving Knights Village was easier the second time because Yunho rode next to him. Everyone worked quickly to gather supplies and pack enough clothes and food for an unknown length of time. It was good that they were ready and gone in only a few days, but it meant that Yunho was busy and Jaejoong was horny, and sleeping next to him without disturbing his much-needed sleep was very, very difficult.
Some time in the next few days, Jaejoong planned on dragging Yunho away from the Twins and riding his cock until the trees blushed with how loud he screamed.
He cleared his throat and shifted on his horse, moving his cloak to cover his sudden erection. Unfortunately, Junho noticed, and laughed and laughed, and then moved his horse closer to his brother’s, and whispered in his ear, and Junsu laughed and both ignored his glare, and then laughed harder at the sudden smile that came unbidden when Yunho reached over and touched his hand.
“Do not mind them,” Yunho said. “They are idiots.”
Neither expected the sudden gush of water that covered Yunho’s head and splashed onto Jaejoong. Yunho sat on his horse, soaking wet, while the Twins laughed harder. He wiped the water from his eyes and pushed his hair away from his face.
“When you least expect it, Kim Junsu,” Yunho warned and used a flare of heat to dry himself off.
Junsu laughed and urged his horse ahead of them. Junho followed, leering at them, and said, “Next time, he’ll douse Jaejoong and cool him off a little bit. Horny bastard.” He laughed and moved ahead of them.
Yunho smiled at Jaejoong, lifted his hand, and before Jaejoong could stop him, flicked a bit of flame that landed right on the sensitive skin of the back of Junho’s neck.
“Ow! Fuck you,” Junho said and rubbed the sting away. “What was that for? Junsu’s the one that doused you!”
“And Junsu will get his, and it will be so much worse. Like last time, remember that?”
“Fuck you!” Junsu threw over his shoulder, and Yunho laughed.
“What happened last time?” Jaejoong asked.
“Junsu started something, and I finished it by burning off all the hair on his body. You should have seen him without eyebrows. It was epic.”
Jaejoong laughed and Junsu tossed a dirty look at them from over his shoulder.
Yunho smiled and tugged on Jaejoong’s hand. “Come and ride with me.”
Jaejoong smiled wider and with Yunho’s support transfered over to his horse in front of Yunho. His arms wrapped around his body and his lips landed on Jaejoong’s neck. He looped Jaejoong’s mare’s reins over a strap on the saddlepack.
The next time Junsu turned around, he made another disgusted face seeing them. “Just don’t fuck on the horse. Poor thing will die of embarrassment.”
Yunho probably would have retorted, but Jaejoong had a much better use for his mouth. He turned his head and twisted his body for a kiss.
Fortunately for Jaejoong, when they finally stopped to make camp, Yunho had the exact same idea that he did. He led their horses away from the other two and spread out their sleeping gear in a smaller clearing. They heard the Twins laughing at them, but Jaejoong did not care at all. After gathering a bit of wood, Yunho started a small fire.
Jaejoong lay back against the blankets and watched Yunho take off his clothes.
“I cannot decide if you look better in the sunlight or the firelight,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled down at him. “I know I like you better when you do not have clothes on.”
Jaejoong laughed and held out a hand. “Come and take them off me, my Knight of Fire.”
“Yours? I belong to the earth, and to the people.” He climbed over Jaejoong, wonderfully and beautifully naked.
Jaejoong hooked his hands around his neck. “Maybe, but tonight, you belong to me.”
Yunho kissed him, and it was almost as wonderful as their first kiss, the first brush of heat, the first taste of fire. Jaejoong moaned happily and tangled his fingers in Yunho’s long hair as Yunho settled his weight on top of him. Their bodies moved with their kiss, and Jaejoong really wished he’d taken his clothes off, but Yunho had been stripping and watching him had been more important.
“Want you naked,” Yunho whispered.
“In a second,” Jaejoong said and kissed him again. Yunho was such an amazing kisser and so warm, and so sexy. Jaejoong protested into the next kiss when Yunho lifted his body away, and then relaxed when Yunho’s hands landed at his pants and unfastened the lacings. His protest grew when Yunho took his mouth away and Jaejoong pouted until Yunho had removed his boots and pants.
“The faster you’re naked, the faster I will kiss you again.”
Jaejoong smiled and sat up to take off his cloak and tunic. The air was cold with the sun down, and Jaejoong pressed in close to Yunho’s body, arms around his waist, and captured his lips again.
“I am not going to last long with you,” Yunho whispered. “I want you so badly. I missed you so much. I need you so much.”
“Same here.”
“I want so much, but gods, can I just be inside you, please?”
Jaejoong shivered at the desperation in his voice. He nodded and nipped at Yunho’s lower lip. “Go grab my bag.”
Yunho lifted an eyebrow in question.
“I came prepared and brought oil.”
“So smart,” Yunho whispered against his lips. “Such a smart noble, smart sexy man.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
Yunho moved away just long enough to get his bag and Jaejoong rifled through it while Yunho kissed his neck and trailed hot hands down his body. He shivered with a moan when Yunho grabbed his erection.
“So beautiful,” Yunho whispered. His mouth moved away from Jaejoong’s and Jaejoong gasped at the sudden bite to his neck. Jaejoong fell back, contents from his bag spilling everywhere. He lifted his legs and wrapped them at Yunho’s back. Yunho sucked down his neck, leaving bits of pain as he went down to Jaejoong’s inked skin. His tongue licked around the butterfly tattoo and then to the book. Jaejoong shook his head when Yunho lapped at his nipple.
“Fuck me, just ... please, Yunho. Please.”
Yunho lifted his head and smiled at him. “Yes, my heart.”
Jaejoong smiled and pressed his hand to Yunho’s chest, at his heart. Yunho sat back on his knees but made sure Jaejoong’s legs stayed around him. He found the pot of oil, tipped over and leaking onto the blankets. He picked it up and dumped it over Jaejoong’s erection and it slipped down his balls.
Jaejoong gasped in anticipation and was not disappointed when the oil flared with heat. He moaned reaching for himself, but Yunho stopped him.
“I won’t last long,” Yunho said.
“Me neither. Inside me. Want you inside me.”
Yunho’s hands shook, fingers sliding up his cleft. He pressed in one, and Jaejoong moaned at the stretch. Yunho panted, his other hand at Jaejoong’s nipple, twisting and playing. He added a second finger, and Jaejoong knew he was trying to go slow. But Jaejoong wanted him. He gasped something that sounded like, “Now, please.”
More oil dripped to his body and Yunho stroked it onto his cock. He pressed himself where his fingers were still buried and slowly moved in while moving them out. He transferred his slick hand to Jaejoong’s erection as he thrust in and Jaejoong cried out, feeling his release splatter up on his skin. Yunho gripped the base hard and Jaejoong whimpered, nails digging into his skin.
“Not yet,” Yunho growled and thrust into him, burying himself.
Jaejoong moaned, back arching off the blankets, legs and arms tightening around him. Yunho let go of his cock, planted both hands by his head and moved, thrusting fast. Their lips met in a broken kiss, and Jaejoong babbled his praise at the heat and feel of Yunho inside him after so long. He was so dizzy with pleasure and need, so hard and Yunho curled his lips, dragging his stomach over Jaejoong’s erection and that was just about it, and Jaejoong screamed, muffling the noise on Yunho’s shoulder, holding him tight, stopping his movement while he clamped down around Yunho’s cock. His orgasm rocked through him, making him shudder, and when hot fingers closed around his erection again, he lost it and shot his release between them.
Yunho moaned his praises and moved again, and Jaejoong smiled happily as his body relaxed and Yunho sped up, squeezing his cock and slamming his hips forward. Jaejoong lifted weak arms and pulled Yunho’s mouth down for a kiss, making it so Yunho could only rut into him, not pull out. Jaejoong kissed him.
“My king, my fire, my heart,” he whispered and Yunho moaned, curling up even closer with a hand sliding under his back. His body shook and he buried his face in Jaejoong’s neck. A short burst of pain burned at the skin below his fingertips and then he was shuddering and moaning and pumping his release into Jaejoong’s body. He collapsed, and Jaejoong shifted underneath him, leg around his back, fingers trailing over his sweaty skin at his shoulders. while Yunho shivered through his recovery.
“I love you,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho pushed up with one hand and smiled down at him. “I love you.”
“Kiss me,” Jaejoong demanded with a pout.
“Forever,” Yunho vowed and leaned down to kiss the smile from Jaejoong’s face.
Part 9: Blaze
Part 7: Rekindle
Part 6: Bloom
Part 5: Sprout
Part 4: Burn
Part 3: Flicker
Part 2: Flare
Part 1: Spark
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Yoochun/Junsu, Changmin/Junho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: They aren't mine and I can't even claim the idea as mine because it is all devilaugh's fault.
Summary: Jaejoong is a scribe in King Ahn Chilhyun's court. He is sent to small seaside village to teach the people how to read, and instead finds a lover who has a secret that will end up endangering the entire world.
A/N: This fic is all devilaugh's fault. It was her idea on the post about the picture of Jaejoong, so this fic was partially inspired by this picture
Part 8:
Fanfic poster by back_to_five!!! Perfection! <3 <3
Yunho’s mother had found the clothes he’d worn during his last stay in the village, and it felt nice to wear the heavier linen pants and the longer tunic. The boots were more comfortable and sturdier than the flat footwear worn in the city.
Jaejoong had been to one council meeting during his year at Knights Village. It was interesting. Council meetings at the castle in the city were held behind closed doors with only the king, his scribe, and his most trusted advisors in attendance. In Knights Village, the council was held in the town square, with Lord Jung, Fisherman Kim, Hunter Jang, and Farmer Song presiding over the meeting and keeping everything in order. All of the villagers were welcome, and most showed up.
The entire scrutiny of the town turned to Jaejoong when he stepped into the bright summer sunlight, blinking stupidly until he could see. Fortunately, the distrustful looks from his first council meeting were gone, and most of the villagers looked anxious but determined.
“Sorry,” Yunho said. “He was sleeping.”
Someone snorted in disbelief. Probably a Kim Twin. But it pulled a few smiles from their audience.
“You’ve read the letter?” Yunho asked.
Most nodded, but Junho shouted, “More than once because you were busy fuc-” Junsu covered his mouth and elbowed him in the ribs with the townspeople outright laughing.
Yunho waited until everything settled down. “So what do we do?” he asked and looked at Junsu, who shrugged and looked up at the four men standing upon the stone dais.
The Lord Jung looked at his son. “It’s up to you two. You know that we will support whatever you decide.”
Yunho turned to the crowd.
“No need to even ask,” one of the women said.
“If we leave, you will not be protected,” Junsu said.
“Leave?” Jaejoong interrupted.
“To go to the Eastern Mountains and find the Knight of Air.”
“Wait. Just like that?”
Yunho glanced over at him. “What do you mean?”
“Based off one letter, a few soldiers, and what I have said, you are going to do this, reunite the Elements against ... against ... against what?”
“Changmin was right.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “As always.”
“But more importantly, I trust you. I trust Changmin. We have to stop this before it starts. As the Elementals, we can ...”
“What? Be kings?”
“The world does not need a king.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “The world needs a king to protect people from being taken advantage of.”
“Then the Elementals will be kings. We know our history. We know the way we used to rule.”
“And if people don’t agree? If people fight against you?”
Yunho frowned and glanced at Junsu.
“It has happened once in the past,” Jaejoong said. “Or if you end up fighting against each other.”
“Then I guess we must decide which is worse,” Yunho said. “Living under the rule of four Elementals who want peace in the land, or a king who only wants gold, property, and slaves, and will use any means to get them.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Jaejoong noted the hardened stares of the villagers. But the anger was not directed at him.
“What happened?” he asked, remembering the knife at his neck.
Yunho scratched the back of his neck. “We sort of ... well, ...
“We kind of killed a few of the king’s guards,” Junsu said.
“Kind of?” Jaejoong said.
“I guess it was pretty permanent,” Junho added.
“They arrived unannounced with a decree that all of our men had to abandon our women and children to serve in the army,” the Lord Jung said. “We politely declined.”
“The rebels in the north,” Jaejoong mused, remembering that day when he realized just how militaristic the king was.
“Yeah, that’s us,” Yunho said. “Each week their outposts grow closer.”
“We would have gotten through it without a fight, but one of the captains decided that Jihye was his, and well ...” Junsu paused and looked over at Yunho.
Jaejoong stared at him as well. “Did you use your fire?”
“No. There were too many others. I can use a sword just fine. There was a skirmish, only four of them died, but the remaining soldiers left.”
“No one here was lost?”
Yunho shook his head. “No, though there were a few injuries.”
Jaejoong sighed and looked up at the sky.
“It will only get worse,” Yunho said, voice still loud enough to carry across the courtyard.
Jaejoong nodded. He had been almost too young, but still remembered the last king who was overthrown. It had been dangerous to want to do anything without the king’s permission. But he was driven out of the city, and then hunted by King Ahn and destroyed.
“How bad do we let it get? How many more women will be raped and taken in the name of a king? We have to do this.”
“But your people,” Jaejoong said.
It was Jihye that said, “We’ll be fine. We are warriors and self-sufficient, Master Jaejoong. I did bloody the man’s nose and break his wrist before Yunho got to him with his sword.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
Yunho reached out his hand. “We need you to come with us. You carry the crest of the king.”
Jaejoong looked down at his chest before remembering that the crest and its heavy chain lay upon Yunho’s bed. He had hardly worn it when he had been here before. It was so easy to cast away the memories of the city.
“I will,” Jaejoong said and met Yunho’s eyes. “You know I will.”
Yunho smiled and hugged him briefly. “We need to leave as soon as possible, preferably before the king’s soldiers pay us another visit.”
Junsu nodded. “You coming with us, bro?”
Junho grinned. “Of course. I’ll keep Jaejoong company while you two play with magic.”
Yunho actually growled and pulled Jaejoong against him.
Junho laughed.
_-/^/^¯^\^\-_
Leaving Knights Village was easier the second time because Yunho rode next to him. Everyone worked quickly to gather supplies and pack enough clothes and food for an unknown length of time. It was good that they were ready and gone in only a few days, but it meant that Yunho was busy and Jaejoong was horny, and sleeping next to him without disturbing his much-needed sleep was very, very difficult.
Some time in the next few days, Jaejoong planned on dragging Yunho away from the Twins and riding his cock until the trees blushed with how loud he screamed.
He cleared his throat and shifted on his horse, moving his cloak to cover his sudden erection. Unfortunately, Junho noticed, and laughed and laughed, and then moved his horse closer to his brother’s, and whispered in his ear, and Junsu laughed and both ignored his glare, and then laughed harder at the sudden smile that came unbidden when Yunho reached over and touched his hand.
“Do not mind them,” Yunho said. “They are idiots.”
Neither expected the sudden gush of water that covered Yunho’s head and splashed onto Jaejoong. Yunho sat on his horse, soaking wet, while the Twins laughed harder. He wiped the water from his eyes and pushed his hair away from his face.
“When you least expect it, Kim Junsu,” Yunho warned and used a flare of heat to dry himself off.
Junsu laughed and urged his horse ahead of them. Junho followed, leering at them, and said, “Next time, he’ll douse Jaejoong and cool him off a little bit. Horny bastard.” He laughed and moved ahead of them.
Yunho smiled at Jaejoong, lifted his hand, and before Jaejoong could stop him, flicked a bit of flame that landed right on the sensitive skin of the back of Junho’s neck.
“Ow! Fuck you,” Junho said and rubbed the sting away. “What was that for? Junsu’s the one that doused you!”
“And Junsu will get his, and it will be so much worse. Like last time, remember that?”
“Fuck you!” Junsu threw over his shoulder, and Yunho laughed.
“What happened last time?” Jaejoong asked.
“Junsu started something, and I finished it by burning off all the hair on his body. You should have seen him without eyebrows. It was epic.”
Jaejoong laughed and Junsu tossed a dirty look at them from over his shoulder.
Yunho smiled and tugged on Jaejoong’s hand. “Come and ride with me.”
Jaejoong smiled wider and with Yunho’s support transfered over to his horse in front of Yunho. His arms wrapped around his body and his lips landed on Jaejoong’s neck. He looped Jaejoong’s mare’s reins over a strap on the saddlepack.
The next time Junsu turned around, he made another disgusted face seeing them. “Just don’t fuck on the horse. Poor thing will die of embarrassment.”
Yunho probably would have retorted, but Jaejoong had a much better use for his mouth. He turned his head and twisted his body for a kiss.
Fortunately for Jaejoong, when they finally stopped to make camp, Yunho had the exact same idea that he did. He led their horses away from the other two and spread out their sleeping gear in a smaller clearing. They heard the Twins laughing at them, but Jaejoong did not care at all. After gathering a bit of wood, Yunho started a small fire.
Jaejoong lay back against the blankets and watched Yunho take off his clothes.
“I cannot decide if you look better in the sunlight or the firelight,” Jaejoong said.
Yunho smiled down at him. “I know I like you better when you do not have clothes on.”
Jaejoong laughed and held out a hand. “Come and take them off me, my Knight of Fire.”
“Yours? I belong to the earth, and to the people.” He climbed over Jaejoong, wonderfully and beautifully naked.
Jaejoong hooked his hands around his neck. “Maybe, but tonight, you belong to me.”
Yunho kissed him, and it was almost as wonderful as their first kiss, the first brush of heat, the first taste of fire. Jaejoong moaned happily and tangled his fingers in Yunho’s long hair as Yunho settled his weight on top of him. Their bodies moved with their kiss, and Jaejoong really wished he’d taken his clothes off, but Yunho had been stripping and watching him had been more important.
“Want you naked,” Yunho whispered.
“In a second,” Jaejoong said and kissed him again. Yunho was such an amazing kisser and so warm, and so sexy. Jaejoong protested into the next kiss when Yunho lifted his body away, and then relaxed when Yunho’s hands landed at his pants and unfastened the lacings. His protest grew when Yunho took his mouth away and Jaejoong pouted until Yunho had removed his boots and pants.
“The faster you’re naked, the faster I will kiss you again.”
Jaejoong smiled and sat up to take off his cloak and tunic. The air was cold with the sun down, and Jaejoong pressed in close to Yunho’s body, arms around his waist, and captured his lips again.
“I am not going to last long with you,” Yunho whispered. “I want you so badly. I missed you so much. I need you so much.”
“Same here.”
“I want so much, but gods, can I just be inside you, please?”
Jaejoong shivered at the desperation in his voice. He nodded and nipped at Yunho’s lower lip. “Go grab my bag.”
Yunho lifted an eyebrow in question.
“I came prepared and brought oil.”
“So smart,” Yunho whispered against his lips. “Such a smart noble, smart sexy man.”
Jaejoong chuckled.
Yunho moved away just long enough to get his bag and Jaejoong rifled through it while Yunho kissed his neck and trailed hot hands down his body. He shivered with a moan when Yunho grabbed his erection.
“So beautiful,” Yunho whispered. His mouth moved away from Jaejoong’s and Jaejoong gasped at the sudden bite to his neck. Jaejoong fell back, contents from his bag spilling everywhere. He lifted his legs and wrapped them at Yunho’s back. Yunho sucked down his neck, leaving bits of pain as he went down to Jaejoong’s inked skin. His tongue licked around the butterfly tattoo and then to the book. Jaejoong shook his head when Yunho lapped at his nipple.
“Fuck me, just ... please, Yunho. Please.”
Yunho lifted his head and smiled at him. “Yes, my heart.”
Jaejoong smiled and pressed his hand to Yunho’s chest, at his heart. Yunho sat back on his knees but made sure Jaejoong’s legs stayed around him. He found the pot of oil, tipped over and leaking onto the blankets. He picked it up and dumped it over Jaejoong’s erection and it slipped down his balls.
Jaejoong gasped in anticipation and was not disappointed when the oil flared with heat. He moaned reaching for himself, but Yunho stopped him.
“I won’t last long,” Yunho said.
“Me neither. Inside me. Want you inside me.”
Yunho’s hands shook, fingers sliding up his cleft. He pressed in one, and Jaejoong moaned at the stretch. Yunho panted, his other hand at Jaejoong’s nipple, twisting and playing. He added a second finger, and Jaejoong knew he was trying to go slow. But Jaejoong wanted him. He gasped something that sounded like, “Now, please.”
More oil dripped to his body and Yunho stroked it onto his cock. He pressed himself where his fingers were still buried and slowly moved in while moving them out. He transferred his slick hand to Jaejoong’s erection as he thrust in and Jaejoong cried out, feeling his release splatter up on his skin. Yunho gripped the base hard and Jaejoong whimpered, nails digging into his skin.
“Not yet,” Yunho growled and thrust into him, burying himself.
Jaejoong moaned, back arching off the blankets, legs and arms tightening around him. Yunho let go of his cock, planted both hands by his head and moved, thrusting fast. Their lips met in a broken kiss, and Jaejoong babbled his praise at the heat and feel of Yunho inside him after so long. He was so dizzy with pleasure and need, so hard and Yunho curled his lips, dragging his stomach over Jaejoong’s erection and that was just about it, and Jaejoong screamed, muffling the noise on Yunho’s shoulder, holding him tight, stopping his movement while he clamped down around Yunho’s cock. His orgasm rocked through him, making him shudder, and when hot fingers closed around his erection again, he lost it and shot his release between them.
Yunho moaned his praises and moved again, and Jaejoong smiled happily as his body relaxed and Yunho sped up, squeezing his cock and slamming his hips forward. Jaejoong lifted weak arms and pulled Yunho’s mouth down for a kiss, making it so Yunho could only rut into him, not pull out. Jaejoong kissed him.
“My king, my fire, my heart,” he whispered and Yunho moaned, curling up even closer with a hand sliding under his back. His body shook and he buried his face in Jaejoong’s neck. A short burst of pain burned at the skin below his fingertips and then he was shuddering and moaning and pumping his release into Jaejoong’s body. He collapsed, and Jaejoong shifted underneath him, leg around his back, fingers trailing over his sweaty skin at his shoulders. while Yunho shivered through his recovery.
“I love you,” Jaejoong whispered.
Yunho pushed up with one hand and smiled down at him. “I love you.”
“Kiss me,” Jaejoong demanded with a pout.
“Forever,” Yunho vowed and leaned down to kiss the smile from Jaejoong’s face.
Part 9: Blaze
Part 7: Rekindle
Part 6: Bloom
Part 5: Sprout
Part 4: Burn
Part 3: Flicker
Part 2: Flare
Part 1: Spark
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