Domestic Dreams (and Disasters) 4/4
Title: Domestic Dreams (and Disasters) 4/4
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Once again, YunJae owns my soul. I belong to them more than they belong to me.
Summary: Yunho is 42 and completely unattainable. But that doesn't stop 19-year-old Jaejoong from dreaming about him. Things are complicated because Yunho has 4 kids and an evil sister (or so Yoochun claims). Jaejoong isn't sure he can handle the responsibility especially since Yunho's oldest daughter is almost as old as Jaejoong is.
A/N: This fluffy sappy YunJae fic is again inspired by this picture
I wrote this 100 word drabble about it and the idea WILL NOT leave me alone.
A/N 2: If I had known this fic was going to turn into a 20,000 word monstrosity, I would have finished the epilogue to A Knight of Fire first.
Part 4:
Minjae is babysitting tonight. Can I take you to dinner?
Jaejoong sent a series of happy emoticons back.
that is a yes, right?
lol yes <3
dress up. I want to take you some place fancy and show off how much money I have
Jaejoong laughed. Okay. Tie fancy?
If only so I have something to lead you with later on.
Jaejoong groaned and sent back a single heart.
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
When Yunho arrived in a black suit with a shocking blue tie, it took all of Jaejoong’s self-control not to drag him into the bedroom. But he still stared, mouth open a little, until Yunho smiled and laughed and said, “God, you’re beautiful.”
Jaejoong blushed and tugged on the pinstriped sportcoat. “So are you. Handsome. God. just ... Sexy. I ... shut up. Sorry.”
Yunho chuckled again, stepped into the door wary and hugged Jaejoong, lips finding his mouth for a short kiss. “Let’s go. I left the cab waiting.”
Jaejoong nodded.
“No Yoochun?” Yunho asked as Jaejoong shut and locked his door.
“He is staying over at Changmin’s tonight.”
Yunho smiled and traced Jaejoong’s jaw with his finger. “Even more tempting to call off dinner and just eat you.”
Jaejoong laughed and blushed and tripped over himself as he turned around. Yunho steadied him and did nothing more than smile. He never made fun of Jaejoong when he stumbled. And he did that a lot.
Fortunately, the cab driver was still waiting. Yunho opened the backdoor for him and Jaejoong slid into the seat. Yunho told him the name of a posh restaurant in Gangnam and then held out his hand for Jaejoong to take. He did, lacing their fingers together, resting the back of his hand on Yunho’s thigh. The pants he wore, the entire suit, had a very subtle blue pattern stitched into them that Jaejoong had not noticed while staring earlier.
The cab stopped in front of one of most exclusive and expensive restaurants in Seoul. Jaejoong tried not to stare, or make a fool of himself, but he still managed to trip over the curb as he climbed from the cab. Yunho steadied him with a soft laugh.
“You better be more coordinated on your back,” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong blushed and was unable to come up with a smart retort before being ushered into the restaurant by a hostess who was a bit too excited to see Yunho. Everyone in the restaurant was in couples. Male/female couples. It made Jaejoong nervous to walk through there with Yunho. What would these people think? Especially those that smiled when they saw him and waved or even said his name. He was not going to be able to relax at all.
But Jaejoong should have known better than to be worried. Yunho was rich. Which meant that he had his own private booth near the back. Which no one could see unless they were walking or standing right by it. So they were able to sit close to each other, and hold hands over the table. The wait staff kept their mouths shut as they brought wine, appetizers, the main course.
Jaejoong was in awe at the flavors and textures of the food. He had to learn to do this. Maybe he would go to culinary school instead. Cooking food was an art, right?
Yunho glanced at his watch and cursed slightly. “We have to go or we’ll be late.”
“Late for what?”
Yunho smiled. “That is a surprise. Come on.”
“But pay--”
“I have an account here.”
“Of course you do,” Jaejoong mumbled. He was a little unsteady on his feet. He had more to drink than he thought. Yunho supported him and Jaejoong smiled against his shoulder. He’d pretend to be drunk all the time if he could stay pressed against Yunho forever. They left the restaurant and instead of a cab, a limo waited at the curb and the driver opened the door.
Jaejoong tried not to freak out. A limo? A limo!
Yunho let him in first, a steady, warm hand on his back, but it ruffled Jaejoong’s feathers a bit and he practically face-planted on the seat. He hurried to right himself just as Yunho slid into the seat.
“This is insane.”
“I told you I was going to wow you tonight,” Yunho said with a grin.
The limo moved and Yunho tugged Jaejoong over to him by his tie. He slid his hand along Jaejoong’s neck and pulled his mouth up for a kiss. Jaejoong sighed into the light brush of lips and let his fingers clench on Yunho’s thigh.
“I am showing off a little tonight,” Yunho said. “But let me. If I didn’t think you’d mind, I’d buy you everything and spend a lot of money on you.”
“I don’t mind,” Jaejoong said, “not now. Not in the future. But I don’t want you to ever think I like you because you’re rich though.”
“I don’t. I know you don’t.”
Jaejoong meant to look where they were going, but he preferred to kiss Yunho. It seemed like it had only been moments after their lips touched that the limo stopped. The door opened and Jaejoong caught sight of the Sejong Chamber Hall. There were a lot of people going in, and Jaejoong tripped on the curb climbing from the car, and Yunho caught him with a laugh.
“Are you kidding?”
Yunho smiled. “I thought you’d like to go to the symphony with me.”
“Oh, fuck yes. This is awesome.”
Yunho laughed. “Come on. I was not kidding when I said we were going to be late.”
The auditorium was almost full when an usher led them down the halls and up a back set of stairs. Musicians were on stage, and there in front of them all was a piano.
And of course, Yunho had box seats, overlooking the orchestra. There were others already seated and Yunho bowed in greeting to them, and introduced Jaejoong to them, and even Jaejoong could tell that they were not thrilled that Yunho was there with him, and he had no idea what was going on with their dynamics, but Yunho sat and took his hand and kissed his cheek. He smiled at the snort behind them but did nothing else.
Jaejoong used his other hand to look at the program. To try to calm his nerves.
Holy fuck.
Kim Jiyong was going to play Gershwin. Kim Jiyong was going to play Gershwin. His favorite piano play AND his favorite composer?
“You approve?” Yunho asked.
“Fuck, yes.”
Yunho chuckled. The lights went dim and Jaejoong tried not to fanboy. A/N:(fucking hell this kid is gorgeous http://www.yca.org/roster/ji/ )
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
The back of the limo made a great place to make out, and after that dinner, and that concert, and meeting Kim Jiyong during intermission, and Yunho’s hand on his thigh or arm all night, Jaejoong kissed Yunho until they were both out of breath. The limo suddenly stopped and Jaejoong moaned, lifting his head from Yunho’s neck just to confirm that they were back at his apartment.
Jaejoong sighed.
With a smile, Yunho brought his mouth back for a soft kiss.
“Come upstairs,” Jaejoong pleaded. “Yoochun isn’t home, remember?”
Yunho moaned. “I can’t.”
“It’s only eleven. On a Friday. Please.”
Yunho pulled away, eyes shut.
Jaejoong knew he was weighing his options. “Minjae is okay with the kids. They’re probably already in bed. Send her a text.”
“Tempting,” Yunho said.
“Please. I’m on such a fucking high right now. I want you to make me crash.”
Yunho moaned and yanked him close to kiss. “Fine, fine.”
Smiling, Jaejoong climbed away from Yunho’s arms and went to the door. He opened it and got out, shivering at the firm touch on his ass before he was in public. The driver stood by the door, and Jaejoong blushed. God, Yunho made him forget there were other people in this world.
Yunho climbed out of the limo, much more distinguished than Jaejoong did. He went to the driver and had a whispered conversation. The driver nodded and got back in the limo. Yunho turned to Jaejoong and held out his hand. Jaejoong took it and led Yunho into his apartment building (no tripping this time).
Yunho laced their fingers together. Jaejoong tried not to run up the stairs, show Yunho how eager he was. Jaejoong had seen the limo leave, so Yunho was planning on staying for awhile. And if Jaejoong got his way, he was going to be riding Yunho’s cock before the other man left. If he left at all.
Jaejoong unlocked the door, so glad that Yoochun was not home. He shut it behind Yunho and relocked it. After taking off his shoes, Jaejoong found himself being pulled down the hall. By his tie.
“Oh god,” Jaejoong gasped and tried not to trip and strangle himself.
Yunho grinned over his shoulder. “This is why you wore a tie, right?”
“Fuck.”
They entered the bedroom, and Jaejoong immediately pulled off his suit jacket. Yunho did the same and then pressed Jaejoong against the door, thigh between his legs, lips against his. Jaejoong moaned, opening his mouth for Yunho’s tongue. He gave Yunho access to the buttons on his shirt while trying to ride Yunho’s thigh at the same time.
But as sexy as it was, this was not what Jaejoong wanted. He did not want a frantic orgasm. He wanted one long and drawn out, and more than one, and he wanted them his way.
He put his hands on Yunho’s chest and pushed.
Yunho pulled away with a gasp. “What?”
Jaejoong smirked and pointed to the corner where he had a wide rocking chair with thick cushions (he used it to read usually, okay, and play with himself). “Go sit on the chair.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you on the chair.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips, tugging at the piercing for a moment, and then moved away. He unclasped his pants and Jaejoong tutted at him. “No. Keep your clothes on.”
Yunho shot a look at him and then sat on the chair with his legs spread..
Jaejoong nodded in satisfaction and finished unbuttoning his shirt. He stripped out of the rest of the clothes. He ignored Yunho saying his name in a begging voice and went to his dresser for a bottle of lube.
“God, your tattoos are amazing.”
Jaejoong grinned at him. “Thanks.”
“You are going to let me memorize them tonight, right?”
Jaejoong laughed as he came back to the bed. “I think it will take longer than tonight.”
He climbed into Yunho’s lap, and Yunho’s hands went right to his hips and slid down his body. “Good. More than one night is just what I want with you.”
Jaejoong shivered and let Yunho lick the lip piercing again.
“Now,” Jaejoong whispered. “Put one hand on my ass.”
Yunho obeyed and squeezed.
“Good,” Jaejoong said with breathy sigh. “And the other one goes in my hair.”
He took his time getting there, sliding fingertips along Jaejoong’s ribs, up his shoulder, down his arm. Jaejoong let him touch. But when his fingers went for Jaejoong’s cock piercing, Jaejoong took his wrist. “No, I’m going to come if you touch me. Hand in my hair.”
Yunho smiled, and as soon as his fingers were tangled in Jaejoong’s hair, Jaejoong kissed him with a moan. Yunho pulled with the hand on his ass, and Jaejoong fell against him, his own hands fell to Yunho’s hips, slid around his body and pressed between his hips and the chair.
And Yunho knew just how to pull his hair and control the kiss. Jaejoong may have demanded the position, but he was definitely not in charge of the speed and intensity of the kiss.
The hand on his ass moved, fingers slipping between his cleft. Jaejoong whimpered and tried to spread his legs more. Yunho twisted his hand more tightly in Jaejoong’s hair and pulled away from his mouth. But only long enough to smile and then his lips were on Jaejoong’s cheek and down his chin. Jaejoong’s head was yanked back and he whimpered and then moaned when Yunho sucked on his neck. And bit down.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong gasped and shifted his hips trying to thrust against Yunho’s body. His ass was squeezed, and Jaejoong whined.
Yunho chuckled against his neck and softened the bites. “Like this, huh?”
“God, fuck, yes.”
“Me, too, but I want my fingers inside you.”
“Oh, god, please.”
“That is what you brought lube for, right?”
Jaejoong gasped and nodded, getting his hair pulled in the process. “Please, please.”
“Can I take my hand out of your hair?”
Jaejoong moaned out a laugh. “For now.”
Yunho pulled his hair, tilting his head back, and kissed him roughly. “Don’t worry. I’ll tug on your hair when you’re sucking on my cock later.”
“God please!”
Yunho chuckled, pressed one more kiss to his lips, and moved his hand away. Jaejoong collapsed against his chest, ass lifting as Yunho slipped his fingers along his cleft. He pressed back against the touches. When his hands left, Jaejoong protested with whimpers until he heard the top of the lube snap open. He relaxed, legs spreading so they were tight against the arms of the chair. Lube dripped right on his body and slipped down his cleft. Jaejoong shivered and rolled his hips. Yunho spread the lube down the curves of his ass and slipped a finger over Jaejoong’s entrance.
“Please, yes. Please, Yunho, please.” Jaejoong tried to push back on the finger and got a spank, sharp and stinging, on his thigh for the effort. He whined. “Please.”
Yunho pushed the finger into him, and Jaejoong arched, chest pressing against Yunho’s soft shirt. He nodded and kept gasping pleadings. Another finger joined the first, and Jaejoong relaxed, trying to spread his legs more in the confines of the chair. Yunho pumped them in and out of his body while trailing his other hand up Jaejoong’s back and into his hair again. When his fingers were pulling, he kissed Jaejoong deeply and added a third finger.
Jaejoong’s breath caught in his throat at the stretch. Three fingers were nothing when he was getting a steady stream of sex, but it’d been months, almost a year, since he’d last been fucked.
“How is this?” Yunho asked and tugged on the piercing with his lips.
Jaejoong nodded frantically, breaking off to moan when his hair was pulled even more.
“Good. Now fuck yourself on my fingers.”
“Oh, god.” He bent his head as he moved his hips. His vision was blurry, but he could see his cock bouncing and dripping precome on Yunho’s expensive suit. He reached to grip his cock, but the hand in his hair pulled harshly, yanking him back.
“No. No touching yourself.”
Jaejoong whined and sped up the movement of his hips. “Please, god, please, I’m so close. I’m going to come. Please.”
Yunho yanked his head back again. “Hands on my shoulders.”
Jaejoong was shaking. God, he was shaking, and they just started. His cock was throbbing. He put his hands on Yunho’s shoulders, shifting again. His thighs ached, but not as much as his dick. He had a feeling he was going to come without being touched. Just the thought had pleasure pulsing through him. He moaned and leaned for a kiss.
Yunho’s fingers sped up, thrusting into him, twisting.
“I want to come, please, please.”
Yunho smirked. “Then come.” He kissed Jaejoong again, licking at the piercing. “Your dick isn’t restrained. Come whenever you want.”
“Touch me. Please, touch me.”
“I am. Pretty deeply too.” He wiggled the fingers inside Jaejoong.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong moaned, drawing the word out. “Touch my cock. Stroke me, please. Please.”
“You already ruined one of my suits by coming all over it, remember?”
Jaejoong whimpered. “Buy ... fuck, buy a new one.”
Yunho chuckled. “I do have money.”
“God, yes, lots of money. Make me come.”
Jaejoong whined eagerly when Yunho’s hand left his hair. Fingertips trailed down his skin, across his neck, to his nipple piercing. A strong wave of need coursed through Jaejoong as Yunho tugged on the barbell. Everything went foggy. Maybe he would come without being touched.
“Sit back,” Yunho said. “Stop moving.”
Jaejoong moaned in protest, but did as he was told. Holding still with three of Yunho’s fingers inside him was the most difficult thing Jaejoong had ever done. He tilted Jaejoong’s head back up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“Beautiful. So beautiful when you’re naked on my lap.”
Jaejoong nodded and their gazes locked. “Please, Yunho, please.”
Yunho moaned and used the hand with fingers inside him to pull him close. Jaejoong whimpered when a hot mouth closed around his nipple and screamed Yunho’s name when Yunho gripped his cock with his other hand. He tangled his hands in Yunho’s hair and rode Yunho’s fingers, fucking his cock into Yunho’s tight grip. Pain swirled down his chest and shimmered on his skin. His body spasmed and echoes of his moans bounced around him. He froze, Yunho’s fingers buried deep, and came, his orgasm rocking through him. His back arched and he leaned away, mouth open in a cry, and splattered his release all over Yunho’s wrinkled white shirt and the bright blue tie.
Yunho pumped his cock slowly, dragging out the pleasure until Jaejoong sagged in the aftermath. Yunho’s arms wrapped around him quickly, keeping him from falling to the floor.
Jaejoong smiled and curled up against his chest. He rolled his hips, moaning at the tingles on his skin.
“Sexy,” Yunho said and removed his fingers despite Jaejoong’s protest. He ran both hands up and down Jaejoong’s sweaty back. “So fucking sexy.”
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. He turned his head up and smiled up at Yunho before sliding down to the floor, hands at Yunho’s knees. “Let me suck on your dick until I’m ready for another orgasm.”
Yunho moaned and nodded. He unclasped his pants and, unlike last time, Jaejoong took them and the boxers completely off.
“Oh, fuck me,” Jaejoong gasped and ran his hands up Yunho’s thighs. He blushed at the chuckle from Yunho, but did not look up and leaned forward. He licked down the length of Yunho’s cock and sucked a sac into his mouth. Fingers tangled in his hair, and Jaejoong groaned in encouragement.
“Just for a minute,” Yunho said. “I want to fuck you tonight.”
Jaejoong shivered and nodded. “Please, yes, please.” He ran his fingers through the trimmed hair around Yunho’s cock, wondering if he always did that or if he did it just for tonight. Jaejoong did not care. It was sexy. He put his lips on the shaft, dragged them up so Yunho could feel the piercing and then sucked the head into his mouth.
Yunho moaned in encouragement and used the grip on his hair to guide Jaejoong up and down his cock. It was easier from this position to get most of him into his mouth, but Jaejoong wanted it all. He’d need a lot more practice, and he was determined to get that practice. Yunho’s breathing sped up, and Jaejoong tried to go faster on his cock, but the hands in his hair would not let him. He whimpered and shifted, lifting his eyes to show his eagerness, and Yunho groaned, head tilted back. He took his hands from Jaejoong’s head and Jaejoong whimpered in disappointment, but immediately changed the noise to one of encouragement when Yunho started unbuttoning his shirt.
Jaejoong did not mind seeing Yunho naked. He hadn’t yet.
To further his disappointment, there was a tight ribbed tank top underneath the button down shirt.
Yunho chuckled. He took both hands and cupped Jaejoong’s face, lifting him off his erection. His eyes shut with a sigh and he rubbed his thumb over Jaejoong’s bottom lip and tugged on his piercing. “Bed?”
Jaejoong smiled and nodded. There was no need to stand up, so he didn’t, and crawled over to the bed. He smirked at Yunho’s low whimper and climbed up onto the bed. He stayed on his stomach with his legs bent and reached behind him. He pressed two fingers into his body and moaned, squirming.
“Fuck.”
He opened his eyes just in time to see Yunho strip out of the rest of his clothes. But when he was naked, Yunho did not come to the bed, but Jaejoong’s dresser.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong whined.
Yunho smiled over at him. “Just a moment. There has to be something more fun than lube in this drawer.”
“Second drawer,” Jaejoong said with a gasp.
Yunho laughed and opened the second drawer. He hummed in amusement and rifled through Jaejoong’s toys. He picked the blue dildo, and Jaejoong tried not to moan. That was the one that he had named “Yunho” when he bought it three months ago. He mentally renamed it to “Little Yunho” since he knew how big the real thing was, and moaned, not caring how desperate he sounded.
Yunho sat next to him on the bed. He rubbed his hand over Jaejoong’s ass before pressing a kiss to his skin. “You are beautiful.”
“Fuck me til I’m desperate instead.”
“God. What a mouth.”
Jaejoong smiled, eyes shutting with a shiver when the dildo moved up and down his cleft, bumping his fingers. Jaejoong moved his hand and grabbed his erection instead.
Yunho tsked at him. “Hands above your head.”
“Yunnie!”
Yunho spanked his ass. “No touching yourself, remember?”
Jaejoong pouted but put his hands above his head and gripped his pillow. The dildo slid into him, and he whined, dropping his hips and thrusting back. He received another sharp slap to his ass.
“Hold still.”
“Fuck,” Jaejoong growled and buried his face into the pillow. The dildo went deeper and Jaejoong screamed, back bowing toward the bed, cock jumping with every breath.
Yunho shifted and kneeled behind him, keeping the dildo in deep. His other hand ran up Jaejoong’s back, tracing the pictures and words etched into his skin. He tangled his fingers in Jaejoong’s hair and pulled his head to the side. “I want to hear you beg me.”
“Oh god, please, fuck me.”
“Soon.” Yunho leaned over him and kissed his shoulders, shifting enough to pump the dildo slowly. Skin to skin, with Yunho over him, the only thing that would make this better was Yunho’s cock.
“Fuck. Want your cock. Please, please.”
Jaejoong keened as the dildo was rotated and then fucked into him faster. “Oh, god. Oh. Please.”
Yunho pulled the pillow from under Jaejoong’s head, and Jaejoong pressed his face to the blanket. It took him a moment to understand where the pillow was going, and then it was under him between his legs, and Yunho pushed him down on it. It did not take Yunho’s command of “Hump” to get Jaejoong moving.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong gasped, hips moving, cock pressing into the pillow. The fabric was rough against the skin. The piercing caught on it more than once. But Yunho was still thrusting the dildo in and out of him, and pulling on his hair, and it was the hottest sexual moment outside of his fantasies, and he came only minutes later, screaming Yunho’s name to the walls and pumping out his release onto his pillow.
Jaejoong collapsed, body heaving and twitching through the pleasure since Yunho hadn’t stopped fucking him with that damn dildo. Jaejoong moaned and shifted, arms at his side. “Fuck. Cock. Want your cock. Please.”
Yunho chuckled above him. The dildo slipped free and Jaejoong whimpered. Every clench of his body around nothing had pleasure tingling up his spine. A firm hand on his hip guided him over, and then both of Yunho’s arms were around him, their bodies flush with Jaejoong tucked against him. He shivered in the embrace, hands sliding over Yunho’s bare chest for the very first time.
“God, amazing. So amazing,” Jaejoong gasped.
“Even before the sex.”
Jaejoong huffed and turned his head up. His response was cut off by Yunho’s lips and he lost himself in the kisses and more touches until his body calmed down.
“Amazing,” Yunho whispered. “I could watch you come for the rest of my life and be happy.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Get your cock inside me and then I’ll tell you what I want to do for the rest of my life.” A moment too late, Jaejoong understood the implications of that sentence, but luckily, Yunho laughed and rolled them over, with Jaejoong underneath him.
Jaejoong ran his hands up Yunho’s chest and around his neck. His legs wrapped around Yunho’s hips just as easily. “Fuck me.”
Yunho smiled, tangled a hand in Jaejoong’s hair, and said, “In a moment.” Their lips molded again, and Jaejoong’s chest constricted, body taut with more than lust, more than need. He felt like Yunho had been kissing him for his entire life. He felt like no one else would ever know how to kiss him just like Yunho did. It was so terrifying. He broke away with a gasp and moved his mouth to Yunho’s shoulder, moaning into it, rocking his hips up. He could handle a fucking. Not kisses. Not like the way Yunho was kissing him.
Yunho shuddered, their cocks sliding together. Jaejoong begged, words muffled in warm, sweaty skin.
Yunho pulled his upper body away, propped up on his hands. “Say that again.”
“Want you to fuck me, please, please, fuck me.”
Yunho dropped a hand to Jaejoong’s chest, fingers first finding the nipple ring, and then the navel piercing. Jaejoong whimpered, writhing, hips rocking up. He kept begging, and then moaned in disappointment when Yunho bypassed his cock. But he took ahold of his own, pushed it down, and the head slipped over Jaejoong’s slick entrance before pushing in.
Yunho’s entire body shuddered and Jaejoong tensed, body arching at the stretch. His cry echoed around the room.
Everything stopped for a moment, and Jaejoong caught his breath.
“Fuck,” Yunho gasped. Shuddering.
Jaejoong smiled and then laughed, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his open mouth. “Come on. Fuck me.”
Yunho moaned, kissed him properly and thrust his hips forward.
Jaejoong shifted his hips and nodded. “Good, god, so good. More, more, ahjussi, come on.”
Yunho growled and snapped his hips forward, smirking at the next cry from Jaejoong’s throat. He steadied, thrusts even and long, pulling and twisting Jaejoong out of his skin and into the clouds.
“Better?”
“God, fuck yes, please.”
And Yunho moved. Moved the Earth, moved the stars, moved the galaxy. And okay, maybe it was because Jaejoong was still on a bit of a high from the first two orgasms, but fuck all Yunho could move. And he could fuck and kiss Jaejoong at the same time, strokes still firm and steady, lips wet and teasing, distracting for a moment, where Jaejoong only thought of the kiss, until Yunho twisted and his cock slid over Jaejoong’s prostate and he saw stars that were not where stars were supposed to be. On his ceiling, dancing around the room, on Yunho’s skin, behind his eyelids.
Jaejoong wanted to stroke himself. But that meant losing Yunho’s lips. He wanted to come, but that meant losing the floating perfection of euphoria. He wanted. God, he wanted.
“You ready to come again?” Yunho asked, breathless and cocky. He tugged on Jaejoong’s lip piercing.
“Oh god.”
Yunho chuckled and pushed up to this hands. Away from Jaejoong’s lips, and Jaejoong pouted and pulled at his neck. Yunho’s body stilled, pressed against and inside Jaejoong, and Jaejoong gasped into Yunho’s neck.
“You are way too good at this,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yunho laughed. “Thank you.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “No, thank you. Fuck, thank god. Fuck.”
“Do you want to ride me?”
Jaejoong shivered. “Fuck yes.”
“Good. My legs ache. Make you do the work.”
With a breathless laugh, Jaejoong pushed Yunho away. His bed was a bit too small for weird maneuverings, and even with Jaejoong’s hands all over Yunho’s warm, sweat-slicked skin, Yunho managed to get on his back. Jaejoong gave him just enough time to settle and then he was straddling Yunho’s hips, rocking his ass on Yunho’s dick.
“More lube?” Yunho asked, squeezing Jaejoong’s thighs.
Jaejoong nodded, found the tube and squeezed probably too much right on Yunho’s cock. He did not use his hands to spread it around, but his ass. Yunho shivered and then gasped, “Fuck, Jaejoong, ride me.”
Jaejoong held Yunho’s cock up and slipped it around himself, before sitting slowly, rotating his hips for comfort. God, Yunho was huge. He gasped as he slid down the length, not stopping until he was flush against Yunho’s thighs.
“God,” they both said, and Jaejoong laughed.
With a smirk, Yunho said, “One hand on your ass,” and gripped his ass tightly.
“Fuck.”
His other hand trailed up his arm. “One hand in your hair.” He yanked hard, and Jaejoong moaned, leaned over for a kiss and started moving, lifting his hips up and down, right in time with their kiss. The bursts of pleasure were intense with every tug on his hair, and smack to his ass. Jaejoong was moaning, into Yunho’s mouth, through his body. He really really wanted to stroke himself, wrap a hand around his cock until he was coming all over Yunho’s body. He was so close. Just a touch. Just a twist.
He whimpered and with both hands on Yunho’s chest, lifted himself up and rolled his hips. “God, please, touch me. Touch me.”
Yunho slid his hand down Jaejoong’s chest. “Touch you? Like this?”
“No, cock. Touch my cock. Please.”
Yunho tugged on the piercing in his navel, hand bumping his cock and Jaejoong froze, shivering and begging for a moment.
With a smile, Yunho said, “Okay. I’ll touch your cock. I want to watch you come again.”
“Fuck,” Jaejoong screamed when his hand wrapped around his cock. He moved again, slamming himself down on Yunho’s dick, fucking himself into Yunho’s hand. It was everything he wanted and just what he needed, and he moved, too fast, too hard, too violent, until everything went sparkly and the stars exploded, shaking through an orgasm and pulsing weak clumps of come all over Yunho’s hand and stomach.
He collapsed, face against Yunho’s neck, chest and back heaving. Skin tingling with every touch. Yunho ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s back, tracing tattoos and then cupping his ass. His body was jelly as Yunho rolled him over, and Jaejoong moaned when Yunho slipped out of him.
With a laugh, Yunho moved him to his back, hooked Jaejoong’s knees at his elbows and thrust back inside him.
Everything was spinning. He tried to lift his hands to touch and couldn’t. Again, there were stars everywhere. The brightest ones in Yunho’s eyes. And it was so silly and Jaejoong moaned and turned his head to bury his blush.
“So pretty,” Yunho whispered and then he was stroking Jaejoong again. “Can you come one more time?”
Jaejoong moaned. “God, no, no ... fuck ... maybe. Yes, just ... fuck, yes.”
Yunho laughed and sped up his thrusts and his strokes. With everything still so sensitive, Jaejoong lost sense of things that should have mattered. Time, energy, his name. Fuck. Just Yunho’s name, over and over, screams and whimpers, begging gasps and strangled moans.
He didn’t actually think he could come again, but just as he was pondering the meaning of life outside of sex with Yunho, his body froze and shook, orgasm stealing his vision and his voice and shattering everything around him. He was pretty sure he blacked out, except there were still stars and tingles everywhere, even if he didn’t actually come more than a pulse of spunk onto Yunho’s knuckles.
Yunho groaned, and it was his lips, against Jaejoong’s, more kisses, deeper kisses, that kept Jaejoong aware of him. Of his hips jerking forward, his body shaking, and Jaejoong lifted a lazy hand to his sweaty hair and moaned Yunho’s name into their kiss. He was numb and sated, and the stupid smile on his face kept ruining their kiss.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yunho gasped and fell on top of Jaejoong, hips curled up and then shaking, thrusting a few erratic times before freezing and then relaxing with a heavy moan. His entire body shook through his release and his mouth closed around a chunk of Jaejoong’s neck. Sharp pain blossomed around Jaejoong’s body and he moaned, wrapped his arms and legs around Yunho and held him while he rode out his orgasm.
“Fuck,” Yunho gasped, ten seconds,minutes,hours later.
Jaejoong laughed.
“We are never having sex when my kids are home, you are way too loud.”
“Guess you’ll just have to gag me.”
Yunho snorted. “I doubt that would help.”
“I guess we'll just have to try.”
Yunho huffed in agreement, hips shifting, cock slipping from Jaejoong’s body.
Everything was sticky and sore and wet, and Jaejoong basked in pleasure, basked in the feel of Yunho on top of him. He buried his face in Yunho’s shoulder and just smiled and blushed and let himself be happy.
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
Jaejoong was sipping on a cup of coffee when Yoochun staggered into the apartment. Purple splotches covered his neck and collarbones. It looked like his shirt was torn and he was not wearing his own jeans, but a pair of basketball shorts. Jaejoong knew he did not look any better with bruises and bite marks up and down his chest and his hair all over the place. He was wearing Yunho’s boxers.
They met each others eyes and Yoochun grunted and went right to the coffee pot. “Motion to refrain from teasing each other until tomorrow?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Motion granted.”
Epilogue: do the dates still count if you’re living together?
Part 3: Date 4 ... or 5, maybe 6 ... are frantic handjobs considered dates?
Part 2: Date 2 and 3 ... sort of
Part 1: Date 1
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Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Once again, YunJae owns my soul. I belong to them more than they belong to me.
Summary: Yunho is 42 and completely unattainable. But that doesn't stop 19-year-old Jaejoong from dreaming about him. Things are complicated because Yunho has 4 kids and an evil sister (or so Yoochun claims). Jaejoong isn't sure he can handle the responsibility especially since Yunho's oldest daughter is almost as old as Jaejoong is.
A/N: This fluffy sappy YunJae fic is again inspired by this picture
I wrote this 100 word drabble about it and the idea WILL NOT leave me alone.
A/N 2: If I had known this fic was going to turn into a 20,000 word monstrosity, I would have finished the epilogue to A Knight of Fire first.
Part 4:
Minjae is babysitting tonight. Can I take you to dinner?
Jaejoong sent a series of happy emoticons back.
that is a yes, right?
lol yes <3
dress up. I want to take you some place fancy and show off how much money I have
Jaejoong laughed. Okay. Tie fancy?
If only so I have something to lead you with later on.
Jaejoong groaned and sent back a single heart.
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
When Yunho arrived in a black suit with a shocking blue tie, it took all of Jaejoong’s self-control not to drag him into the bedroom. But he still stared, mouth open a little, until Yunho smiled and laughed and said, “God, you’re beautiful.”
Jaejoong blushed and tugged on the pinstriped sportcoat. “So are you. Handsome. God. just ... Sexy. I ... shut up. Sorry.”
Yunho chuckled again, stepped into the door wary and hugged Jaejoong, lips finding his mouth for a short kiss. “Let’s go. I left the cab waiting.”
Jaejoong nodded.
“No Yoochun?” Yunho asked as Jaejoong shut and locked his door.
“He is staying over at Changmin’s tonight.”
Yunho smiled and traced Jaejoong’s jaw with his finger. “Even more tempting to call off dinner and just eat you.”
Jaejoong laughed and blushed and tripped over himself as he turned around. Yunho steadied him and did nothing more than smile. He never made fun of Jaejoong when he stumbled. And he did that a lot.
Fortunately, the cab driver was still waiting. Yunho opened the backdoor for him and Jaejoong slid into the seat. Yunho told him the name of a posh restaurant in Gangnam and then held out his hand for Jaejoong to take. He did, lacing their fingers together, resting the back of his hand on Yunho’s thigh. The pants he wore, the entire suit, had a very subtle blue pattern stitched into them that Jaejoong had not noticed while staring earlier.
The cab stopped in front of one of most exclusive and expensive restaurants in Seoul. Jaejoong tried not to stare, or make a fool of himself, but he still managed to trip over the curb as he climbed from the cab. Yunho steadied him with a soft laugh.
“You better be more coordinated on your back,” Yunho whispered.
Jaejoong blushed and was unable to come up with a smart retort before being ushered into the restaurant by a hostess who was a bit too excited to see Yunho. Everyone in the restaurant was in couples. Male/female couples. It made Jaejoong nervous to walk through there with Yunho. What would these people think? Especially those that smiled when they saw him and waved or even said his name. He was not going to be able to relax at all.
But Jaejoong should have known better than to be worried. Yunho was rich. Which meant that he had his own private booth near the back. Which no one could see unless they were walking or standing right by it. So they were able to sit close to each other, and hold hands over the table. The wait staff kept their mouths shut as they brought wine, appetizers, the main course.
Jaejoong was in awe at the flavors and textures of the food. He had to learn to do this. Maybe he would go to culinary school instead. Cooking food was an art, right?
Yunho glanced at his watch and cursed slightly. “We have to go or we’ll be late.”
“Late for what?”
Yunho smiled. “That is a surprise. Come on.”
“But pay--”
“I have an account here.”
“Of course you do,” Jaejoong mumbled. He was a little unsteady on his feet. He had more to drink than he thought. Yunho supported him and Jaejoong smiled against his shoulder. He’d pretend to be drunk all the time if he could stay pressed against Yunho forever. They left the restaurant and instead of a cab, a limo waited at the curb and the driver opened the door.
Jaejoong tried not to freak out. A limo? A limo!
Yunho let him in first, a steady, warm hand on his back, but it ruffled Jaejoong’s feathers a bit and he practically face-planted on the seat. He hurried to right himself just as Yunho slid into the seat.
“This is insane.”
“I told you I was going to wow you tonight,” Yunho said with a grin.
The limo moved and Yunho tugged Jaejoong over to him by his tie. He slid his hand along Jaejoong’s neck and pulled his mouth up for a kiss. Jaejoong sighed into the light brush of lips and let his fingers clench on Yunho’s thigh.
“I am showing off a little tonight,” Yunho said. “But let me. If I didn’t think you’d mind, I’d buy you everything and spend a lot of money on you.”
“I don’t mind,” Jaejoong said, “not now. Not in the future. But I don’t want you to ever think I like you because you’re rich though.”
“I don’t. I know you don’t.”
Jaejoong meant to look where they were going, but he preferred to kiss Yunho. It seemed like it had only been moments after their lips touched that the limo stopped. The door opened and Jaejoong caught sight of the Sejong Chamber Hall. There were a lot of people going in, and Jaejoong tripped on the curb climbing from the car, and Yunho caught him with a laugh.
“Are you kidding?”
Yunho smiled. “I thought you’d like to go to the symphony with me.”
“Oh, fuck yes. This is awesome.”
Yunho laughed. “Come on. I was not kidding when I said we were going to be late.”
The auditorium was almost full when an usher led them down the halls and up a back set of stairs. Musicians were on stage, and there in front of them all was a piano.
And of course, Yunho had box seats, overlooking the orchestra. There were others already seated and Yunho bowed in greeting to them, and introduced Jaejoong to them, and even Jaejoong could tell that they were not thrilled that Yunho was there with him, and he had no idea what was going on with their dynamics, but Yunho sat and took his hand and kissed his cheek. He smiled at the snort behind them but did nothing else.
Jaejoong used his other hand to look at the program. To try to calm his nerves.
Holy fuck.
Kim Jiyong was going to play Gershwin. Kim Jiyong was going to play Gershwin. His favorite piano play AND his favorite composer?
“You approve?” Yunho asked.
“Fuck, yes.”
Yunho chuckled. The lights went dim and Jaejoong tried not to fanboy. A/N:(fucking hell this kid is gorgeous http://www.yca.org/roster/ji/ )
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
The back of the limo made a great place to make out, and after that dinner, and that concert, and meeting Kim Jiyong during intermission, and Yunho’s hand on his thigh or arm all night, Jaejoong kissed Yunho until they were both out of breath. The limo suddenly stopped and Jaejoong moaned, lifting his head from Yunho’s neck just to confirm that they were back at his apartment.
Jaejoong sighed.
With a smile, Yunho brought his mouth back for a soft kiss.
“Come upstairs,” Jaejoong pleaded. “Yoochun isn’t home, remember?”
Yunho moaned. “I can’t.”
“It’s only eleven. On a Friday. Please.”
Yunho pulled away, eyes shut.
Jaejoong knew he was weighing his options. “Minjae is okay with the kids. They’re probably already in bed. Send her a text.”
“Tempting,” Yunho said.
“Please. I’m on such a fucking high right now. I want you to make me crash.”
Yunho moaned and yanked him close to kiss. “Fine, fine.”
Smiling, Jaejoong climbed away from Yunho’s arms and went to the door. He opened it and got out, shivering at the firm touch on his ass before he was in public. The driver stood by the door, and Jaejoong blushed. God, Yunho made him forget there were other people in this world.
Yunho climbed out of the limo, much more distinguished than Jaejoong did. He went to the driver and had a whispered conversation. The driver nodded and got back in the limo. Yunho turned to Jaejoong and held out his hand. Jaejoong took it and led Yunho into his apartment building (no tripping this time).
Yunho laced their fingers together. Jaejoong tried not to run up the stairs, show Yunho how eager he was. Jaejoong had seen the limo leave, so Yunho was planning on staying for awhile. And if Jaejoong got his way, he was going to be riding Yunho’s cock before the other man left. If he left at all.
Jaejoong unlocked the door, so glad that Yoochun was not home. He shut it behind Yunho and relocked it. After taking off his shoes, Jaejoong found himself being pulled down the hall. By his tie.
“Oh god,” Jaejoong gasped and tried not to trip and strangle himself.
Yunho grinned over his shoulder. “This is why you wore a tie, right?”
“Fuck.”
They entered the bedroom, and Jaejoong immediately pulled off his suit jacket. Yunho did the same and then pressed Jaejoong against the door, thigh between his legs, lips against his. Jaejoong moaned, opening his mouth for Yunho’s tongue. He gave Yunho access to the buttons on his shirt while trying to ride Yunho’s thigh at the same time.
But as sexy as it was, this was not what Jaejoong wanted. He did not want a frantic orgasm. He wanted one long and drawn out, and more than one, and he wanted them his way.
He put his hands on Yunho’s chest and pushed.
Yunho pulled away with a gasp. “What?”
Jaejoong smirked and pointed to the corner where he had a wide rocking chair with thick cushions (he used it to read usually, okay, and play with himself). “Go sit on the chair.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you on the chair.”
Yunho pressed a kiss to his lips, tugging at the piercing for a moment, and then moved away. He unclasped his pants and Jaejoong tutted at him. “No. Keep your clothes on.”
Yunho shot a look at him and then sat on the chair with his legs spread..
Jaejoong nodded in satisfaction and finished unbuttoning his shirt. He stripped out of the rest of the clothes. He ignored Yunho saying his name in a begging voice and went to his dresser for a bottle of lube.
“God, your tattoos are amazing.”
Jaejoong grinned at him. “Thanks.”
“You are going to let me memorize them tonight, right?”
Jaejoong laughed as he came back to the bed. “I think it will take longer than tonight.”
He climbed into Yunho’s lap, and Yunho’s hands went right to his hips and slid down his body. “Good. More than one night is just what I want with you.”
Jaejoong shivered and let Yunho lick the lip piercing again.
“Now,” Jaejoong whispered. “Put one hand on my ass.”
Yunho obeyed and squeezed.
“Good,” Jaejoong said with breathy sigh. “And the other one goes in my hair.”
He took his time getting there, sliding fingertips along Jaejoong’s ribs, up his shoulder, down his arm. Jaejoong let him touch. But when his fingers went for Jaejoong’s cock piercing, Jaejoong took his wrist. “No, I’m going to come if you touch me. Hand in my hair.”
Yunho smiled, and as soon as his fingers were tangled in Jaejoong’s hair, Jaejoong kissed him with a moan. Yunho pulled with the hand on his ass, and Jaejoong fell against him, his own hands fell to Yunho’s hips, slid around his body and pressed between his hips and the chair.
And Yunho knew just how to pull his hair and control the kiss. Jaejoong may have demanded the position, but he was definitely not in charge of the speed and intensity of the kiss.
The hand on his ass moved, fingers slipping between his cleft. Jaejoong whimpered and tried to spread his legs more. Yunho twisted his hand more tightly in Jaejoong’s hair and pulled away from his mouth. But only long enough to smile and then his lips were on Jaejoong’s cheek and down his chin. Jaejoong’s head was yanked back and he whimpered and then moaned when Yunho sucked on his neck. And bit down.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong gasped and shifted his hips trying to thrust against Yunho’s body. His ass was squeezed, and Jaejoong whined.
Yunho chuckled against his neck and softened the bites. “Like this, huh?”
“God, fuck, yes.”
“Me, too, but I want my fingers inside you.”
“Oh, god, please.”
“That is what you brought lube for, right?”
Jaejoong gasped and nodded, getting his hair pulled in the process. “Please, please.”
“Can I take my hand out of your hair?”
Jaejoong moaned out a laugh. “For now.”
Yunho pulled his hair, tilting his head back, and kissed him roughly. “Don’t worry. I’ll tug on your hair when you’re sucking on my cock later.”
“God please!”
Yunho chuckled, pressed one more kiss to his lips, and moved his hand away. Jaejoong collapsed against his chest, ass lifting as Yunho slipped his fingers along his cleft. He pressed back against the touches. When his hands left, Jaejoong protested with whimpers until he heard the top of the lube snap open. He relaxed, legs spreading so they were tight against the arms of the chair. Lube dripped right on his body and slipped down his cleft. Jaejoong shivered and rolled his hips. Yunho spread the lube down the curves of his ass and slipped a finger over Jaejoong’s entrance.
“Please, yes. Please, Yunho, please.” Jaejoong tried to push back on the finger and got a spank, sharp and stinging, on his thigh for the effort. He whined. “Please.”
Yunho pushed the finger into him, and Jaejoong arched, chest pressing against Yunho’s soft shirt. He nodded and kept gasping pleadings. Another finger joined the first, and Jaejoong relaxed, trying to spread his legs more in the confines of the chair. Yunho pumped them in and out of his body while trailing his other hand up Jaejoong’s back and into his hair again. When his fingers were pulling, he kissed Jaejoong deeply and added a third finger.
Jaejoong’s breath caught in his throat at the stretch. Three fingers were nothing when he was getting a steady stream of sex, but it’d been months, almost a year, since he’d last been fucked.
“How is this?” Yunho asked and tugged on the piercing with his lips.
Jaejoong nodded frantically, breaking off to moan when his hair was pulled even more.
“Good. Now fuck yourself on my fingers.”
“Oh, god.” He bent his head as he moved his hips. His vision was blurry, but he could see his cock bouncing and dripping precome on Yunho’s expensive suit. He reached to grip his cock, but the hand in his hair pulled harshly, yanking him back.
“No. No touching yourself.”
Jaejoong whined and sped up the movement of his hips. “Please, god, please, I’m so close. I’m going to come. Please.”
Yunho yanked his head back again. “Hands on my shoulders.”
Jaejoong was shaking. God, he was shaking, and they just started. His cock was throbbing. He put his hands on Yunho’s shoulders, shifting again. His thighs ached, but not as much as his dick. He had a feeling he was going to come without being touched. Just the thought had pleasure pulsing through him. He moaned and leaned for a kiss.
Yunho’s fingers sped up, thrusting into him, twisting.
“I want to come, please, please.”
Yunho smirked. “Then come.” He kissed Jaejoong again, licking at the piercing. “Your dick isn’t restrained. Come whenever you want.”
“Touch me. Please, touch me.”
“I am. Pretty deeply too.” He wiggled the fingers inside Jaejoong.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong moaned, drawing the word out. “Touch my cock. Stroke me, please. Please.”
“You already ruined one of my suits by coming all over it, remember?”
Jaejoong whimpered. “Buy ... fuck, buy a new one.”
Yunho chuckled. “I do have money.”
“God, yes, lots of money. Make me come.”
Jaejoong whined eagerly when Yunho’s hand left his hair. Fingertips trailed down his skin, across his neck, to his nipple piercing. A strong wave of need coursed through Jaejoong as Yunho tugged on the barbell. Everything went foggy. Maybe he would come without being touched.
“Sit back,” Yunho said. “Stop moving.”
Jaejoong moaned in protest, but did as he was told. Holding still with three of Yunho’s fingers inside him was the most difficult thing Jaejoong had ever done. He tilted Jaejoong’s head back up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“Beautiful. So beautiful when you’re naked on my lap.”
Jaejoong nodded and their gazes locked. “Please, Yunho, please.”
Yunho moaned and used the hand with fingers inside him to pull him close. Jaejoong whimpered when a hot mouth closed around his nipple and screamed Yunho’s name when Yunho gripped his cock with his other hand. He tangled his hands in Yunho’s hair and rode Yunho’s fingers, fucking his cock into Yunho’s tight grip. Pain swirled down his chest and shimmered on his skin. His body spasmed and echoes of his moans bounced around him. He froze, Yunho’s fingers buried deep, and came, his orgasm rocking through him. His back arched and he leaned away, mouth open in a cry, and splattered his release all over Yunho’s wrinkled white shirt and the bright blue tie.
Yunho pumped his cock slowly, dragging out the pleasure until Jaejoong sagged in the aftermath. Yunho’s arms wrapped around him quickly, keeping him from falling to the floor.
Jaejoong smiled and curled up against his chest. He rolled his hips, moaning at the tingles on his skin.
“Sexy,” Yunho said and removed his fingers despite Jaejoong’s protest. He ran both hands up and down Jaejoong’s sweaty back. “So fucking sexy.”
Jaejoong hummed in agreement. He turned his head up and smiled up at Yunho before sliding down to the floor, hands at Yunho’s knees. “Let me suck on your dick until I’m ready for another orgasm.”
Yunho moaned and nodded. He unclasped his pants and, unlike last time, Jaejoong took them and the boxers completely off.
“Oh, fuck me,” Jaejoong gasped and ran his hands up Yunho’s thighs. He blushed at the chuckle from Yunho, but did not look up and leaned forward. He licked down the length of Yunho’s cock and sucked a sac into his mouth. Fingers tangled in his hair, and Jaejoong groaned in encouragement.
“Just for a minute,” Yunho said. “I want to fuck you tonight.”
Jaejoong shivered and nodded. “Please, yes, please.” He ran his fingers through the trimmed hair around Yunho’s cock, wondering if he always did that or if he did it just for tonight. Jaejoong did not care. It was sexy. He put his lips on the shaft, dragged them up so Yunho could feel the piercing and then sucked the head into his mouth.
Yunho moaned in encouragement and used the grip on his hair to guide Jaejoong up and down his cock. It was easier from this position to get most of him into his mouth, but Jaejoong wanted it all. He’d need a lot more practice, and he was determined to get that practice. Yunho’s breathing sped up, and Jaejoong tried to go faster on his cock, but the hands in his hair would not let him. He whimpered and shifted, lifting his eyes to show his eagerness, and Yunho groaned, head tilted back. He took his hands from Jaejoong’s head and Jaejoong whimpered in disappointment, but immediately changed the noise to one of encouragement when Yunho started unbuttoning his shirt.
Jaejoong did not mind seeing Yunho naked. He hadn’t yet.
To further his disappointment, there was a tight ribbed tank top underneath the button down shirt.
Yunho chuckled. He took both hands and cupped Jaejoong’s face, lifting him off his erection. His eyes shut with a sigh and he rubbed his thumb over Jaejoong’s bottom lip and tugged on his piercing. “Bed?”
Jaejoong smiled and nodded. There was no need to stand up, so he didn’t, and crawled over to the bed. He smirked at Yunho’s low whimper and climbed up onto the bed. He stayed on his stomach with his legs bent and reached behind him. He pressed two fingers into his body and moaned, squirming.
“Fuck.”
He opened his eyes just in time to see Yunho strip out of the rest of his clothes. But when he was naked, Yunho did not come to the bed, but Jaejoong’s dresser.
“Yunho,” Jaejoong whined.
Yunho smiled over at him. “Just a moment. There has to be something more fun than lube in this drawer.”
“Second drawer,” Jaejoong said with a gasp.
Yunho laughed and opened the second drawer. He hummed in amusement and rifled through Jaejoong’s toys. He picked the blue dildo, and Jaejoong tried not to moan. That was the one that he had named “Yunho” when he bought it three months ago. He mentally renamed it to “Little Yunho” since he knew how big the real thing was, and moaned, not caring how desperate he sounded.
Yunho sat next to him on the bed. He rubbed his hand over Jaejoong’s ass before pressing a kiss to his skin. “You are beautiful.”
“Fuck me til I’m desperate instead.”
“God. What a mouth.”
Jaejoong smiled, eyes shutting with a shiver when the dildo moved up and down his cleft, bumping his fingers. Jaejoong moved his hand and grabbed his erection instead.
Yunho tsked at him. “Hands above your head.”
“Yunnie!”
Yunho spanked his ass. “No touching yourself, remember?”
Jaejoong pouted but put his hands above his head and gripped his pillow. The dildo slid into him, and he whined, dropping his hips and thrusting back. He received another sharp slap to his ass.
“Hold still.”
“Fuck,” Jaejoong growled and buried his face into the pillow. The dildo went deeper and Jaejoong screamed, back bowing toward the bed, cock jumping with every breath.
Yunho shifted and kneeled behind him, keeping the dildo in deep. His other hand ran up Jaejoong’s back, tracing the pictures and words etched into his skin. He tangled his fingers in Jaejoong’s hair and pulled his head to the side. “I want to hear you beg me.”
“Oh god, please, fuck me.”
“Soon.” Yunho leaned over him and kissed his shoulders, shifting enough to pump the dildo slowly. Skin to skin, with Yunho over him, the only thing that would make this better was Yunho’s cock.
“Fuck. Want your cock. Please, please.”
Jaejoong keened as the dildo was rotated and then fucked into him faster. “Oh, god. Oh. Please.”
Yunho pulled the pillow from under Jaejoong’s head, and Jaejoong pressed his face to the blanket. It took him a moment to understand where the pillow was going, and then it was under him between his legs, and Yunho pushed him down on it. It did not take Yunho’s command of “Hump” to get Jaejoong moving.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong gasped, hips moving, cock pressing into the pillow. The fabric was rough against the skin. The piercing caught on it more than once. But Yunho was still thrusting the dildo in and out of him, and pulling on his hair, and it was the hottest sexual moment outside of his fantasies, and he came only minutes later, screaming Yunho’s name to the walls and pumping out his release onto his pillow.
Jaejoong collapsed, body heaving and twitching through the pleasure since Yunho hadn’t stopped fucking him with that damn dildo. Jaejoong moaned and shifted, arms at his side. “Fuck. Cock. Want your cock. Please.”
Yunho chuckled above him. The dildo slipped free and Jaejoong whimpered. Every clench of his body around nothing had pleasure tingling up his spine. A firm hand on his hip guided him over, and then both of Yunho’s arms were around him, their bodies flush with Jaejoong tucked against him. He shivered in the embrace, hands sliding over Yunho’s bare chest for the very first time.
“God, amazing. So amazing,” Jaejoong gasped.
“Even before the sex.”
Jaejoong huffed and turned his head up. His response was cut off by Yunho’s lips and he lost himself in the kisses and more touches until his body calmed down.
“Amazing,” Yunho whispered. “I could watch you come for the rest of my life and be happy.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Get your cock inside me and then I’ll tell you what I want to do for the rest of my life.” A moment too late, Jaejoong understood the implications of that sentence, but luckily, Yunho laughed and rolled them over, with Jaejoong underneath him.
Jaejoong ran his hands up Yunho’s chest and around his neck. His legs wrapped around Yunho’s hips just as easily. “Fuck me.”
Yunho smiled, tangled a hand in Jaejoong’s hair, and said, “In a moment.” Their lips molded again, and Jaejoong’s chest constricted, body taut with more than lust, more than need. He felt like Yunho had been kissing him for his entire life. He felt like no one else would ever know how to kiss him just like Yunho did. It was so terrifying. He broke away with a gasp and moved his mouth to Yunho’s shoulder, moaning into it, rocking his hips up. He could handle a fucking. Not kisses. Not like the way Yunho was kissing him.
Yunho shuddered, their cocks sliding together. Jaejoong begged, words muffled in warm, sweaty skin.
Yunho pulled his upper body away, propped up on his hands. “Say that again.”
“Want you to fuck me, please, please, fuck me.”
Yunho dropped a hand to Jaejoong’s chest, fingers first finding the nipple ring, and then the navel piercing. Jaejoong whimpered, writhing, hips rocking up. He kept begging, and then moaned in disappointment when Yunho bypassed his cock. But he took ahold of his own, pushed it down, and the head slipped over Jaejoong’s slick entrance before pushing in.
Yunho’s entire body shuddered and Jaejoong tensed, body arching at the stretch. His cry echoed around the room.
Everything stopped for a moment, and Jaejoong caught his breath.
“Fuck,” Yunho gasped. Shuddering.
Jaejoong smiled and then laughed, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his open mouth. “Come on. Fuck me.”
Yunho moaned, kissed him properly and thrust his hips forward.
Jaejoong shifted his hips and nodded. “Good, god, so good. More, more, ahjussi, come on.”
Yunho growled and snapped his hips forward, smirking at the next cry from Jaejoong’s throat. He steadied, thrusts even and long, pulling and twisting Jaejoong out of his skin and into the clouds.
“Better?”
“God, fuck yes, please.”
And Yunho moved. Moved the Earth, moved the stars, moved the galaxy. And okay, maybe it was because Jaejoong was still on a bit of a high from the first two orgasms, but fuck all Yunho could move. And he could fuck and kiss Jaejoong at the same time, strokes still firm and steady, lips wet and teasing, distracting for a moment, where Jaejoong only thought of the kiss, until Yunho twisted and his cock slid over Jaejoong’s prostate and he saw stars that were not where stars were supposed to be. On his ceiling, dancing around the room, on Yunho’s skin, behind his eyelids.
Jaejoong wanted to stroke himself. But that meant losing Yunho’s lips. He wanted to come, but that meant losing the floating perfection of euphoria. He wanted. God, he wanted.
“You ready to come again?” Yunho asked, breathless and cocky. He tugged on Jaejoong’s lip piercing.
“Oh god.”
Yunho chuckled and pushed up to this hands. Away from Jaejoong’s lips, and Jaejoong pouted and pulled at his neck. Yunho’s body stilled, pressed against and inside Jaejoong, and Jaejoong gasped into Yunho’s neck.
“You are way too good at this,” Jaejoong muttered.
Yunho laughed. “Thank you.”
Jaejoong shook his head. “No, thank you. Fuck, thank god. Fuck.”
“Do you want to ride me?”
Jaejoong shivered. “Fuck yes.”
“Good. My legs ache. Make you do the work.”
With a breathless laugh, Jaejoong pushed Yunho away. His bed was a bit too small for weird maneuverings, and even with Jaejoong’s hands all over Yunho’s warm, sweat-slicked skin, Yunho managed to get on his back. Jaejoong gave him just enough time to settle and then he was straddling Yunho’s hips, rocking his ass on Yunho’s dick.
“More lube?” Yunho asked, squeezing Jaejoong’s thighs.
Jaejoong nodded, found the tube and squeezed probably too much right on Yunho’s cock. He did not use his hands to spread it around, but his ass. Yunho shivered and then gasped, “Fuck, Jaejoong, ride me.”
Jaejoong held Yunho’s cock up and slipped it around himself, before sitting slowly, rotating his hips for comfort. God, Yunho was huge. He gasped as he slid down the length, not stopping until he was flush against Yunho’s thighs.
“God,” they both said, and Jaejoong laughed.
With a smirk, Yunho said, “One hand on your ass,” and gripped his ass tightly.
“Fuck.”
His other hand trailed up his arm. “One hand in your hair.” He yanked hard, and Jaejoong moaned, leaned over for a kiss and started moving, lifting his hips up and down, right in time with their kiss. The bursts of pleasure were intense with every tug on his hair, and smack to his ass. Jaejoong was moaning, into Yunho’s mouth, through his body. He really really wanted to stroke himself, wrap a hand around his cock until he was coming all over Yunho’s body. He was so close. Just a touch. Just a twist.
He whimpered and with both hands on Yunho’s chest, lifted himself up and rolled his hips. “God, please, touch me. Touch me.”
Yunho slid his hand down Jaejoong’s chest. “Touch you? Like this?”
“No, cock. Touch my cock. Please.”
Yunho tugged on the piercing in his navel, hand bumping his cock and Jaejoong froze, shivering and begging for a moment.
With a smile, Yunho said, “Okay. I’ll touch your cock. I want to watch you come again.”
“Fuck,” Jaejoong screamed when his hand wrapped around his cock. He moved again, slamming himself down on Yunho’s dick, fucking himself into Yunho’s hand. It was everything he wanted and just what he needed, and he moved, too fast, too hard, too violent, until everything went sparkly and the stars exploded, shaking through an orgasm and pulsing weak clumps of come all over Yunho’s hand and stomach.
He collapsed, face against Yunho’s neck, chest and back heaving. Skin tingling with every touch. Yunho ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s back, tracing tattoos and then cupping his ass. His body was jelly as Yunho rolled him over, and Jaejoong moaned when Yunho slipped out of him.
With a laugh, Yunho moved him to his back, hooked Jaejoong’s knees at his elbows and thrust back inside him.
Everything was spinning. He tried to lift his hands to touch and couldn’t. Again, there were stars everywhere. The brightest ones in Yunho’s eyes. And it was so silly and Jaejoong moaned and turned his head to bury his blush.
“So pretty,” Yunho whispered and then he was stroking Jaejoong again. “Can you come one more time?”
Jaejoong moaned. “God, no, no ... fuck ... maybe. Yes, just ... fuck, yes.”
Yunho laughed and sped up his thrusts and his strokes. With everything still so sensitive, Jaejoong lost sense of things that should have mattered. Time, energy, his name. Fuck. Just Yunho’s name, over and over, screams and whimpers, begging gasps and strangled moans.
He didn’t actually think he could come again, but just as he was pondering the meaning of life outside of sex with Yunho, his body froze and shook, orgasm stealing his vision and his voice and shattering everything around him. He was pretty sure he blacked out, except there were still stars and tingles everywhere, even if he didn’t actually come more than a pulse of spunk onto Yunho’s knuckles.
Yunho groaned, and it was his lips, against Jaejoong’s, more kisses, deeper kisses, that kept Jaejoong aware of him. Of his hips jerking forward, his body shaking, and Jaejoong lifted a lazy hand to his sweaty hair and moaned Yunho’s name into their kiss. He was numb and sated, and the stupid smile on his face kept ruining their kiss.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Yunho gasped and fell on top of Jaejoong, hips curled up and then shaking, thrusting a few erratic times before freezing and then relaxing with a heavy moan. His entire body shook through his release and his mouth closed around a chunk of Jaejoong’s neck. Sharp pain blossomed around Jaejoong’s body and he moaned, wrapped his arms and legs around Yunho and held him while he rode out his orgasm.
“Fuck,” Yunho gasped, ten seconds,minutes,hours later.
Jaejoong laughed.
“We are never having sex when my kids are home, you are way too loud.”
“Guess you’ll just have to gag me.”
Yunho snorted. “I doubt that would help.”
“I guess we'll just have to try.”
Yunho huffed in agreement, hips shifting, cock slipping from Jaejoong’s body.
Everything was sticky and sore and wet, and Jaejoong basked in pleasure, basked in the feel of Yunho on top of him. He buried his face in Yunho’s shoulder and just smiled and blushed and let himself be happy.
--윤재--윤재--윤재--
Jaejoong was sipping on a cup of coffee when Yoochun staggered into the apartment. Purple splotches covered his neck and collarbones. It looked like his shirt was torn and he was not wearing his own jeans, but a pair of basketball shorts. Jaejoong knew he did not look any better with bruises and bite marks up and down his chest and his hair all over the place. He was wearing Yunho’s boxers.
They met each others eyes and Yoochun grunted and went right to the coffee pot. “Motion to refrain from teasing each other until tomorrow?”
Jaejoong laughed. “Motion granted.”
Epilogue: do the dates still count if you’re living together?
Part 3: Date 4 ... or 5, maybe 6 ... are frantic handjobs considered dates?
Part 2: Date 2 and 3 ... sort of
Part 1: Date 1
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