Tightly Bound 4/?
Title: Tightly Bound 4/?
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my mind can they be bound together with magic spells.
Summary: Jaejoong is Changmin's biggest rival. When the elf reveals that Changmin is his only option to curb the pain from an ancient curse, Changmin must decide what to do. And he must decide if his sudden feelings for Jaejoong are real, or a result of magic he does not understand.
A/N: There are a lot of instances in this part of Changmin/Jaejoong saying "of course." It is inspired by this classic moment.
Part 4: The Binding Kiss
Life with Jaejoong nearby was not nearly as awkward as Changmin expected. The caustic edge to Jaejoong’s personality did not go away. He still belittled Changmin, laughed at him, punched him in the arm, insulted him, and beat him on the archery field and at sword fighting.
But he also touched him, leaned against him when he smiled, hugged him, smiled at him. They shared their meals in Changmin’s dining room. They shared their evenings in the library, curled up together on the same couch. They trained together: running, archery, sword fighting, and horseback riding.
Jaejoong praised him just as often as he insulted him.
It bothered Changmin less and less. He learned quickly that Jaejoong enjoyed teasing him, and he no longer took the insults personally, just shot them right back. It was very easy to return the insults. And the smiles. And the touches. It was all too easy to return the touches. Especially on his neck or shoulder.
But not the kisses. Jaejoong tried, pouted when Changmin refused him, and then tried again.
Three weeks disappeared, and the gossip around the castle exploded. Why was the elf here? Why did the prince allow the elf to stay within his rooms and touch him so much? Were they courting each other? What kind of madness allowed the royals to agree to such a sinful wedding? The elves did not mind, but Changmin was a human, a good heir, well-behaved. Surely, he would never sink to the level of depravity that an elf did.
Changmin agreed. Mostly. Except for the fact that he had constantly had affairs with members of the male staff, Minho and some of his friends that did not mind allowing Changmin to touch, kiss and sleep with them.
Logically, he knew that he would succumb to Jaejoong’s teasing touches because he had always been attracted to him anyway. Honestly, he was surprised he had lasted so long.
It was very hard to refuse Jaejoong’s advances.
He wondered if he really had to.
Most mornings found Changmin by the window, watching the sunrise because he was unable to sleep calmly. He constantly thought of Jaejoong. In his bed, near him, around him. Very frequently he brought himself to unsatisfying orgasms with the thought of the elf’s skin at his fingertips.
But theirs was not a romantic relationship and it never could be. Changmin had to marry a noble girl, sire an heir, provide for his kingdom. The thought terrified him. He wondered if his mother had someone in mind. He did not want to meet and court a girl. He much preferred something arranged. He would ask. Definitely soon.
A loud noise from the other room drew his attention, and Changmin frowned and headed that way. There was another thump and painful cry, and Changmin hurried, flinging the door open to Jaejoong’s room. He scanned the room and saw just a hand on the other side of the bed. It was shaking.
“Jaejoong!” Changmin shouted and ran around the bed. He fell to his knees, next to Jaejoong’s body.
He said the elf’s name again.
Jaejoong whimpered and reached for him.
Changmin did not touch him, not at first, checking for injuries, but nothing was broken, nothing was bleeding.
The curse mark was throbbing, like a visible pulse.
Changmin hooked his hands at Jaejoong’s knees and around his shoulders and heaved him back up on the bed.
Jaejoong moaned and gripped his arm. “Hurts. Changmin-ah. Hurts.”
Changmin hushed him softly and touched the curse mark. As soon as his fingers made contact, the throbbing stopped and Jaejoong whimpered in relief.
“It’s been ... hurting,” Jaejoong managed, voice hoarse. “In the mornings, until I see you. But not ... not this bad.”
“How come it is getting worse?” Changmin demanded. “You’ve been here, by me, for weeks now.”
Jaejoong smiled and his eyes opened. “That is why. It is a greedy curse, Changmin-ah. At first, it was happy being in the same area as you. When I visited the castle, or we were at the same party or function. And then it needed more and more. It was not enough, so I came here, and now ... now it seems it is not enough that you are only nearby. At least ... not at night.”
Changmin understood. During the day, Jaejoong touched him frequently.
“It already feels much better,” Jaejoong said but moved closer to Changmin anyway.
Changmin nodded and let Jaejoong settle his head upon his upper arm. Jaejoong curled into his body and Changmin put his other arm around his waist.
“You should have told me the pain was worsening,” Changmin whispered into his soft hair.
Jaejoong shook his head. “You already do so much for me.”
“But if you can’t sleep ...”
Jaejoong shook his head again. “It’s fine.”
“Finding you mostly passed out by your bed is not fine.”
Jaejoong pulled his head back, eyes clear of pain, and he smirked. “Are you suggesting we share a bed, Prince Changmin?”
Changmin huffed. He wanted to, very much, but he ... “If it alleviates your pain, then yes. I do not want you to be in pain.”
Jaejoong smiled and returned to his snuggle spot against Changmin’s body. “Such a grand excuse to have me close to you.”
Changmin did not follow that with his normal objection.
Jaejoong chuckled.
With the sky still dark and Jaejoong relaxed against him, it was easy to pull the blankets over their bodies and fall asleep for a few hours.
When Minho woke him with the sun rising in the windows, he did not seem surprised to see them in the same bed. Changmin pretended there was nothing wrong with it, just slowly rousing Jaejoong with fingers brushing over his neck and cheek.
Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled. His arms went over his head and he stretched, body arching off the bed. He wore only light pants, currently tented with an erection, and Changmin ran his hand down Jaejoong’s chest without really realizing it. The scrolls of ink on his back were missing on his front, save for a single, orange leaf between his nipple and stomach that looked like it was falling from a tree.
“You keep touching me and I’m going to think you want me to get rid of that erection for you.”
Changmin flushed, yanked his hand away, and turned. He sat up and was scooting to the other side of the bed when Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his middle. His laughter was muffled on Changmin’s back, the skin warming from his breath.
“Do you have to go?” Jaejoong said.
Changmin looked back at him with a questioning eyebrow raised.
“I mean ... you’re a prince. Do you ever take advantage of that and just stay in bed all day?”
“That is a good way to start a bad habit.”
Jaejoong laughed and then winced. “Please.”
“Are you hurting?”
“A headache, a residual effect from the curse, but that’s it. I’ll be tired or nauseous all day. It happens when the pain is really bad.”
“What will help?”
“You, not getting up, a bath, some coffee, a massage, and an orgasm.”
Changmin blushed but held eye contact. “In that order?”
“No. I’ll take an orgasm anytime you want to give me one.”
Changmin cleared his throat. “How about a bath first?”
“Of course. With you?”
Changmin swallowed and shut his eyes. “Of c-course.”
Jaejoong made a happy noise.
“But only to make sure you don’t slip and fall and hurt yourself.”
“I should be insulted, but I’m too excited to see you naked.”
Changmin finally pulled away from his arms and stood up. He attempted to cover his blush and hide his erection but he knew he failed at both. Minho was in the sitting room, putting out fruit and coffee for breakfast. He told Minho that he and Jaejoong were taking the day off, that Jaejoong was too sick to do much, and that Changmin had to stay with him. He wanted to ask why, Changmin knew, but he did not. Changmin made sure that Minho went to tell his mother after he ordered a bath to be prepared. He took the tray of fruit and coffee back to Jaejoong’s bed.
The elf lay curled on his side, tattooed back to Changmin. He was shaking, gripping a pillow. Changmin hurried to place the tray on the side chest and then sat next to him.
“Still in pain?”
Jaejoong nodded. “A bit.”
“Do you want some fruit? Coffee?”
“A kiss.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Fruit?”
“Fine.”
Jaejoong rolled on his back and opened his mouth. Changmin chuckled and used his fingers to feed them both the sweet berries and tart grapes and pieces of melon. He sat up to drink the coffee, and Changmin noted that his skin was back to its normal pale instead of ashen gray.
“Let’s go take a bath,” Changmin said and finished off his cup of coffee. He stood up and ignored the hand on his side, fingers teasing the band of his pants. He turned and held out his hand for Jaejoong, who took it with a smile.
Changmin led him into the bathing room, and he harshly dismissed the maids. He was very annoyed with their presence, but his mother would not let him remove them completely. As soon as the last one bowed her way out, Jaejoong went to the large metal tub. Steam rose from the surface. He traced his hand through the water and smiled over at Changmin.
“All right. Naked. Now.” He followed his own order, easily slipping the thin pants from his body.
Changmin squeezed his eyes shut, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths of tight control. He waited to hear Jaejoong climb in the tub.
Instead, hands ran over his shoulders and up into his hair.
Changmin tried to jerk back and got a sharp pull on his scalp for his efforts.
“Why are you trying so hard to resist me?” Jaejoong whispered.
“It is forbidden,” Changmin said immediately.
“Of course. But you obviously find me attractive.”
“Of course. You are persistent.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Of course. You want to kiss me.”
Changmin shook his head, hands fists at his side. “I ... of course. You are ... I cannot, please, I cannot.”
Jaejoong tilted his head and licked his lips, and Changmin moaned and shut his eyes again. His own thin pants fell to the ground, pushed by Jaejoong’s hands, and then he stepped closer, bodies together, the touch of skin on his erection, the feel of body heat, and then hands, gripping his ass. Lips touched his chin. Soft kisses trailed up to his mouth.
“Of course. But if you cannot, then can I?”
Teasing licks brushed over his lower lip.
Changmin whimpered and wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s small waist, pulling them together. He buried his face in Jaejoong’s neck, face at the dark binding curse, and then his mouth was on it, lips and tongue following the slightly raised skin. He held him tightly with one arm about his waist and the other went to his hair, sliding into the soft blond strands.
“I cannot,” Changmin gasped into his ear. “Please, I cannot.”
Jaejoong hummed in amusement. “Such great self-control. But I want you, Changmin-ah. I want you to kiss me and I want you to touch me, and if I may be crude, I want you to slam me against the floor and fuck me until I’m screaming.”
Changmin shivered. “I ... I ...”
Jaejoong pulled away and smiled at him. He turned and then slipped from Changmin’s hold. His beautiful, perfect body swayed to the tub. Light and shadows caught on the designs on his back, and Changmin stood still, watching, unable to turn away, unable to move as Jaejoong stepped into the large tub and sank into the heated water. He sighed in relief and then did nothing else.
Changmin was shaking. His cock burned an angry red, throbbing at being denied Jaejoong’s body, Jaejoong’s touch.
Jaejoong suddenly smiled over at him and held out his hand in invitation. “A bath, your highness.”
Changmin had to take a few deep breaths before he managed to move to the tub. Jaejoong shifted forward, giving Changmin space to climb in behind him. As soon as he was in the hot water, Jaejoong was pressed against him, head resting on his shoulder. The water smelled of flowers and something spicy. But it was Jaejoong who had his attention. The clear water did not hide his skin or his body from Changmin’s eyes, and he gripped the edge of the tub to keep from touching.
Jaejoong slid his fingertips over Changmin’s hands and forearms, dripping water onto his skin and to the floor.
“When we are touching,” Jaejoong said, “when we are so close, there is this ... feeling ... I guess ... it is hard to describe, but it feels like my blood is singing, spinning and twirling in a breeze, jumping and laughing with pure joy. I ... I am just so happy. Most of me understands that it is the binding curse being satisfied, but I cannot separate that and my own feelings. I’ve lived with this curse for so long that it has taken over my blood, my heart, my mind. I cannot ... I can only live to appease it.” He turned around in the water, sloshing some over the side. He ended up on his knees, between Changmin’s bent legs, and his fingers went to Changmin’s knees and then up and down Changmin’s thighs, under the water. “I definitely do not want the curse to be the only reason that you touch me. I can tell you that it hurts unless you do, but that is a lie. I just want you, Changmin-ah. The last few weeks ...”
Changmin let go of the tub and sat up, arms going around Jaejoong’s shoulders. “I cannot. I just ... I have, in the past, with men, but I ... must marry. I must. I cannot ... there are already enough rumors between us. My reputation is already sullied, and the maids in this bathing room will add to that.”
Changmin shut himself up.
They were only excuses to keep him from what he really wanted. And here in the tub with this beautiful elf, he had to take what he wanted. He curled his hands around Jaejoong’s face and leaned forward to kiss him.
Jaejoong met him with an eager whimper, his own hands slid around Changmin’s back.
It was just a press of lips. Maybe two, and then a third or fourth. He pulled Jaejoong close, skin slipping until Jaejoong was pressed against him and they shifted, bodies deeper in the water. Changmin kept a hand in his hair, pulling on it for the best angle to shove his tongue into Jaejoong’s mouth. And Jaejoong shifted, body sliding over his, and his hip pushing against Changmin’s erection.
Changmin ran his other hand down his back, to his ass, gripping tight, keeping them pressed together with sliding skin in the water. Jaejoong moved with him, moans slipping through their heavy kiss. Water splashed onto the floor.
Jaejoong suddenly cried out and pulled away, hand on his neck.
Concerned, Changmin followed him up, fingers light on his arm and face. “It hurts?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “No, it’s ... it’s different. It’s ... like that moment, before ... release, but just all over, and it does hurt, but not ...”
Changmin moved his hand, slid his fingers down Jaejoong’s taut stomach and curled them around his erection. Jaejoong cried out, hips jerking into the touch.
“Wait ... I ...” Jaejoong’s eyes were desperate, his mouth open, licking his lip. “I don’t ... I don’t want ...”
Changmin pried Jaejoong’s hand away from his neck and replaced it with his face, with his lips. He sped up his strokes, and Jaejoong fell into him, arms around his waist. Changmin sucked on his skin, traced the lines of the binding curse with his tongue. The sounds of Jaejoong’s moans covered up the splashing water from Changmin’s movements. He stroked quickly, tightly. He was unsure if the curse mark was throbbing or if that was his own head, skin, erection.
Jaejoong shuddered violently, whimpered in relief and disbelief. His body quaked through his pleasure, and he whimpered Changmin’s name. His cock suddenly throbbed and jerked, and Changmin moved his mouth to his ear.
“Come, beautiful elf,” he whispered. “I want you to come.”
Jaejoong turned his head and slammed their lips together. He gripped Changmin’s hair again and moved, dislodging Changmin’s hand, but he was pressed tight against his chest a moment later, rutting against him, and then screaming and shaking. He grunted, the noise half cut off in his throat, and then he was shuddering and releasing his orgasm between them. He sagged against Changmin’s body with a cry and then lay quivering at the pleasure in his body.
Changmin ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s back. Whimpers echoed through the room, and Changmin frowned in concern. He lifted Jaejoong’s face from his chest and wiped away tears on his cheeks. He did not ask, and Jaejoong took a deep breath. His eyes opened and he leaned forward for a long kiss of lips and tongue.
“I don’t want you to touch me just because of the curse,” Jaejoong finally said, voice quiet.
Changmin shook his head and kissed him softly. “Of course. I do not want you to touch me just because of the curse,” he repeated.
Jaejoong smiled and curled back against his chest. “Of course.”
Part 5: The Binding Book
Part 3: The Binding Shots
Part 2: The Binding Touch
Part 1: The Binding Curse
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Only in my mind can they be bound together with magic spells.
Summary: Jaejoong is Changmin's biggest rival. When the elf reveals that Changmin is his only option to curb the pain from an ancient curse, Changmin must decide what to do. And he must decide if his sudden feelings for Jaejoong are real, or a result of magic he does not understand.
A/N: There are a lot of instances in this part of Changmin/Jaejoong saying "of course." It is inspired by this classic moment.
Click to viewPart 4: The Binding Kiss
Life with Jaejoong nearby was not nearly as awkward as Changmin expected. The caustic edge to Jaejoong’s personality did not go away. He still belittled Changmin, laughed at him, punched him in the arm, insulted him, and beat him on the archery field and at sword fighting.
But he also touched him, leaned against him when he smiled, hugged him, smiled at him. They shared their meals in Changmin’s dining room. They shared their evenings in the library, curled up together on the same couch. They trained together: running, archery, sword fighting, and horseback riding.
Jaejoong praised him just as often as he insulted him.
It bothered Changmin less and less. He learned quickly that Jaejoong enjoyed teasing him, and he no longer took the insults personally, just shot them right back. It was very easy to return the insults. And the smiles. And the touches. It was all too easy to return the touches. Especially on his neck or shoulder.
But not the kisses. Jaejoong tried, pouted when Changmin refused him, and then tried again.
Three weeks disappeared, and the gossip around the castle exploded. Why was the elf here? Why did the prince allow the elf to stay within his rooms and touch him so much? Were they courting each other? What kind of madness allowed the royals to agree to such a sinful wedding? The elves did not mind, but Changmin was a human, a good heir, well-behaved. Surely, he would never sink to the level of depravity that an elf did.
Changmin agreed. Mostly. Except for the fact that he had constantly had affairs with members of the male staff, Minho and some of his friends that did not mind allowing Changmin to touch, kiss and sleep with them.
Logically, he knew that he would succumb to Jaejoong’s teasing touches because he had always been attracted to him anyway. Honestly, he was surprised he had lasted so long.
It was very hard to refuse Jaejoong’s advances.
He wondered if he really had to.
Most mornings found Changmin by the window, watching the sunrise because he was unable to sleep calmly. He constantly thought of Jaejoong. In his bed, near him, around him. Very frequently he brought himself to unsatisfying orgasms with the thought of the elf’s skin at his fingertips.
But theirs was not a romantic relationship and it never could be. Changmin had to marry a noble girl, sire an heir, provide for his kingdom. The thought terrified him. He wondered if his mother had someone in mind. He did not want to meet and court a girl. He much preferred something arranged. He would ask. Definitely soon.
A loud noise from the other room drew his attention, and Changmin frowned and headed that way. There was another thump and painful cry, and Changmin hurried, flinging the door open to Jaejoong’s room. He scanned the room and saw just a hand on the other side of the bed. It was shaking.
“Jaejoong!” Changmin shouted and ran around the bed. He fell to his knees, next to Jaejoong’s body.
He said the elf’s name again.
Jaejoong whimpered and reached for him.
Changmin did not touch him, not at first, checking for injuries, but nothing was broken, nothing was bleeding.
The curse mark was throbbing, like a visible pulse.
Changmin hooked his hands at Jaejoong’s knees and around his shoulders and heaved him back up on the bed.
Jaejoong moaned and gripped his arm. “Hurts. Changmin-ah. Hurts.”
Changmin hushed him softly and touched the curse mark. As soon as his fingers made contact, the throbbing stopped and Jaejoong whimpered in relief.
“It’s been ... hurting,” Jaejoong managed, voice hoarse. “In the mornings, until I see you. But not ... not this bad.”
“How come it is getting worse?” Changmin demanded. “You’ve been here, by me, for weeks now.”
Jaejoong smiled and his eyes opened. “That is why. It is a greedy curse, Changmin-ah. At first, it was happy being in the same area as you. When I visited the castle, or we were at the same party or function. And then it needed more and more. It was not enough, so I came here, and now ... now it seems it is not enough that you are only nearby. At least ... not at night.”
Changmin understood. During the day, Jaejoong touched him frequently.
“It already feels much better,” Jaejoong said but moved closer to Changmin anyway.
Changmin nodded and let Jaejoong settle his head upon his upper arm. Jaejoong curled into his body and Changmin put his other arm around his waist.
“You should have told me the pain was worsening,” Changmin whispered into his soft hair.
Jaejoong shook his head. “You already do so much for me.”
“But if you can’t sleep ...”
Jaejoong shook his head again. “It’s fine.”
“Finding you mostly passed out by your bed is not fine.”
Jaejoong pulled his head back, eyes clear of pain, and he smirked. “Are you suggesting we share a bed, Prince Changmin?”
Changmin huffed. He wanted to, very much, but he ... “If it alleviates your pain, then yes. I do not want you to be in pain.”
Jaejoong smiled and returned to his snuggle spot against Changmin’s body. “Such a grand excuse to have me close to you.”
Changmin did not follow that with his normal objection.
Jaejoong chuckled.
With the sky still dark and Jaejoong relaxed against him, it was easy to pull the blankets over their bodies and fall asleep for a few hours.
When Minho woke him with the sun rising in the windows, he did not seem surprised to see them in the same bed. Changmin pretended there was nothing wrong with it, just slowly rousing Jaejoong with fingers brushing over his neck and cheek.
Jaejoong’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled. His arms went over his head and he stretched, body arching off the bed. He wore only light pants, currently tented with an erection, and Changmin ran his hand down Jaejoong’s chest without really realizing it. The scrolls of ink on his back were missing on his front, save for a single, orange leaf between his nipple and stomach that looked like it was falling from a tree.
“You keep touching me and I’m going to think you want me to get rid of that erection for you.”
Changmin flushed, yanked his hand away, and turned. He sat up and was scooting to the other side of the bed when Jaejoong wrapped his arms around his middle. His laughter was muffled on Changmin’s back, the skin warming from his breath.
“Do you have to go?” Jaejoong said.
Changmin looked back at him with a questioning eyebrow raised.
“I mean ... you’re a prince. Do you ever take advantage of that and just stay in bed all day?”
“That is a good way to start a bad habit.”
Jaejoong laughed and then winced. “Please.”
“Are you hurting?”
“A headache, a residual effect from the curse, but that’s it. I’ll be tired or nauseous all day. It happens when the pain is really bad.”
“What will help?”
“You, not getting up, a bath, some coffee, a massage, and an orgasm.”
Changmin blushed but held eye contact. “In that order?”
“No. I’ll take an orgasm anytime you want to give me one.”
Changmin cleared his throat. “How about a bath first?”
“Of course. With you?”
Changmin swallowed and shut his eyes. “Of c-course.”
Jaejoong made a happy noise.
“But only to make sure you don’t slip and fall and hurt yourself.”
“I should be insulted, but I’m too excited to see you naked.”
Changmin finally pulled away from his arms and stood up. He attempted to cover his blush and hide his erection but he knew he failed at both. Minho was in the sitting room, putting out fruit and coffee for breakfast. He told Minho that he and Jaejoong were taking the day off, that Jaejoong was too sick to do much, and that Changmin had to stay with him. He wanted to ask why, Changmin knew, but he did not. Changmin made sure that Minho went to tell his mother after he ordered a bath to be prepared. He took the tray of fruit and coffee back to Jaejoong’s bed.
The elf lay curled on his side, tattooed back to Changmin. He was shaking, gripping a pillow. Changmin hurried to place the tray on the side chest and then sat next to him.
“Still in pain?”
Jaejoong nodded. “A bit.”
“Do you want some fruit? Coffee?”
“A kiss.”
Changmin rolled his eyes. “Fruit?”
“Fine.”
Jaejoong rolled on his back and opened his mouth. Changmin chuckled and used his fingers to feed them both the sweet berries and tart grapes and pieces of melon. He sat up to drink the coffee, and Changmin noted that his skin was back to its normal pale instead of ashen gray.
“Let’s go take a bath,” Changmin said and finished off his cup of coffee. He stood up and ignored the hand on his side, fingers teasing the band of his pants. He turned and held out his hand for Jaejoong, who took it with a smile.
Changmin led him into the bathing room, and he harshly dismissed the maids. He was very annoyed with their presence, but his mother would not let him remove them completely. As soon as the last one bowed her way out, Jaejoong went to the large metal tub. Steam rose from the surface. He traced his hand through the water and smiled over at Changmin.
“All right. Naked. Now.” He followed his own order, easily slipping the thin pants from his body.
Changmin squeezed his eyes shut, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths of tight control. He waited to hear Jaejoong climb in the tub.
Instead, hands ran over his shoulders and up into his hair.
Changmin tried to jerk back and got a sharp pull on his scalp for his efforts.
“Why are you trying so hard to resist me?” Jaejoong whispered.
“It is forbidden,” Changmin said immediately.
“Of course. But you obviously find me attractive.”
“Of course. You are persistent.”
Jaejoong smiled. “Of course. You want to kiss me.”
Changmin shook his head, hands fists at his side. “I ... of course. You are ... I cannot, please, I cannot.”
Jaejoong tilted his head and licked his lips, and Changmin moaned and shut his eyes again. His own thin pants fell to the ground, pushed by Jaejoong’s hands, and then he stepped closer, bodies together, the touch of skin on his erection, the feel of body heat, and then hands, gripping his ass. Lips touched his chin. Soft kisses trailed up to his mouth.
“Of course. But if you cannot, then can I?”
Teasing licks brushed over his lower lip.
Changmin whimpered and wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s small waist, pulling them together. He buried his face in Jaejoong’s neck, face at the dark binding curse, and then his mouth was on it, lips and tongue following the slightly raised skin. He held him tightly with one arm about his waist and the other went to his hair, sliding into the soft blond strands.
“I cannot,” Changmin gasped into his ear. “Please, I cannot.”
Jaejoong hummed in amusement. “Such great self-control. But I want you, Changmin-ah. I want you to kiss me and I want you to touch me, and if I may be crude, I want you to slam me against the floor and fuck me until I’m screaming.”
Changmin shivered. “I ... I ...”
Jaejoong pulled away and smiled at him. He turned and then slipped from Changmin’s hold. His beautiful, perfect body swayed to the tub. Light and shadows caught on the designs on his back, and Changmin stood still, watching, unable to turn away, unable to move as Jaejoong stepped into the large tub and sank into the heated water. He sighed in relief and then did nothing else.
Changmin was shaking. His cock burned an angry red, throbbing at being denied Jaejoong’s body, Jaejoong’s touch.
Jaejoong suddenly smiled over at him and held out his hand in invitation. “A bath, your highness.”
Changmin had to take a few deep breaths before he managed to move to the tub. Jaejoong shifted forward, giving Changmin space to climb in behind him. As soon as he was in the hot water, Jaejoong was pressed against him, head resting on his shoulder. The water smelled of flowers and something spicy. But it was Jaejoong who had his attention. The clear water did not hide his skin or his body from Changmin’s eyes, and he gripped the edge of the tub to keep from touching.
Jaejoong slid his fingertips over Changmin’s hands and forearms, dripping water onto his skin and to the floor.
“When we are touching,” Jaejoong said, “when we are so close, there is this ... feeling ... I guess ... it is hard to describe, but it feels like my blood is singing, spinning and twirling in a breeze, jumping and laughing with pure joy. I ... I am just so happy. Most of me understands that it is the binding curse being satisfied, but I cannot separate that and my own feelings. I’ve lived with this curse for so long that it has taken over my blood, my heart, my mind. I cannot ... I can only live to appease it.” He turned around in the water, sloshing some over the side. He ended up on his knees, between Changmin’s bent legs, and his fingers went to Changmin’s knees and then up and down Changmin’s thighs, under the water. “I definitely do not want the curse to be the only reason that you touch me. I can tell you that it hurts unless you do, but that is a lie. I just want you, Changmin-ah. The last few weeks ...”
Changmin let go of the tub and sat up, arms going around Jaejoong’s shoulders. “I cannot. I just ... I have, in the past, with men, but I ... must marry. I must. I cannot ... there are already enough rumors between us. My reputation is already sullied, and the maids in this bathing room will add to that.”
Changmin shut himself up.
They were only excuses to keep him from what he really wanted. And here in the tub with this beautiful elf, he had to take what he wanted. He curled his hands around Jaejoong’s face and leaned forward to kiss him.
Jaejoong met him with an eager whimper, his own hands slid around Changmin’s back.
It was just a press of lips. Maybe two, and then a third or fourth. He pulled Jaejoong close, skin slipping until Jaejoong was pressed against him and they shifted, bodies deeper in the water. Changmin kept a hand in his hair, pulling on it for the best angle to shove his tongue into Jaejoong’s mouth. And Jaejoong shifted, body sliding over his, and his hip pushing against Changmin’s erection.
Changmin ran his other hand down his back, to his ass, gripping tight, keeping them pressed together with sliding skin in the water. Jaejoong moved with him, moans slipping through their heavy kiss. Water splashed onto the floor.
Jaejoong suddenly cried out and pulled away, hand on his neck.
Concerned, Changmin followed him up, fingers light on his arm and face. “It hurts?”
Jaejoong shook his head. “No, it’s ... it’s different. It’s ... like that moment, before ... release, but just all over, and it does hurt, but not ...”
Changmin moved his hand, slid his fingers down Jaejoong’s taut stomach and curled them around his erection. Jaejoong cried out, hips jerking into the touch.
“Wait ... I ...” Jaejoong’s eyes were desperate, his mouth open, licking his lip. “I don’t ... I don’t want ...”
Changmin pried Jaejoong’s hand away from his neck and replaced it with his face, with his lips. He sped up his strokes, and Jaejoong fell into him, arms around his waist. Changmin sucked on his skin, traced the lines of the binding curse with his tongue. The sounds of Jaejoong’s moans covered up the splashing water from Changmin’s movements. He stroked quickly, tightly. He was unsure if the curse mark was throbbing or if that was his own head, skin, erection.
Jaejoong shuddered violently, whimpered in relief and disbelief. His body quaked through his pleasure, and he whimpered Changmin’s name. His cock suddenly throbbed and jerked, and Changmin moved his mouth to his ear.
“Come, beautiful elf,” he whispered. “I want you to come.”
Jaejoong turned his head and slammed their lips together. He gripped Changmin’s hair again and moved, dislodging Changmin’s hand, but he was pressed tight against his chest a moment later, rutting against him, and then screaming and shaking. He grunted, the noise half cut off in his throat, and then he was shuddering and releasing his orgasm between them. He sagged against Changmin’s body with a cry and then lay quivering at the pleasure in his body.
Changmin ran his hands up and down Jaejoong’s back. Whimpers echoed through the room, and Changmin frowned in concern. He lifted Jaejoong’s face from his chest and wiped away tears on his cheeks. He did not ask, and Jaejoong took a deep breath. His eyes opened and he leaned forward for a long kiss of lips and tongue.
“I don’t want you to touch me just because of the curse,” Jaejoong finally said, voice quiet.
Changmin shook his head and kissed him softly. “Of course. I do not want you to touch me just because of the curse,” he repeated.
Jaejoong smiled and curled back against his chest. “Of course.”
Part 5: The Binding Book
Part 3: The Binding Shots
Part 2: The Binding Touch
Part 1: The Binding Curse
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