Tightly Bound 6/?
Title: Tightly Bound 6/?
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: This is as much as I have completely finished. My week is a little crazy, so I may not get to update this story again until the weekend. But you know, who knows?
Part 6: The Binding Treat
They walked slowly, slippered feet quiet on the long rugs down the hallways of the castle. They paused every now and then for Jaejoong to ask a question about a painting or an artifact. Changmin studied his history and genealogy; he loved learning about the people that had come before him, the kings and queens and lords that made his kingdom strong and great. He mentioned a name sometimes, and Jaejoong nodded with a “ah, I remember him.” It felt a bit heady to remember how very old Jaejoong was.
“Your family has such a lovely castle,” Jaejoong mused. “It is the same brick and mortar of the previous kings but your mother has such a grand eye for decor.”
“She sees beauty in everything,” Changmin said. “I learned that from her.” He moved his arm from Jaejoong’s and draped it around his shoulders instead.
Jaejoong tilted his head up with a questioning look.
Changmin grinned. “You are unwell, Elf Prince,” he said. “I am only offering my body for you to lean against.”
Jaejoong chuckled and put both arms around Changmin’s waist as they continued their stroll. “Are you going to tell me where we are going yet?”
“We’re almost there.”
Changmin fought the urge to kiss the crown of Jaejoong’s head. His hair was so soft, and smelled of the forests of his family.
His family.
Changmin cleared his throat. “I do not expect ... you do not have to stay here,” he said softly. “What I mean is, we can go to your kingdom too.”
He felt Jaejoong's smile. Felt it in his heart, in his soul. It was strange. He could not see his face, nor was it pressed to Changmin’s chest. But he knew the elf was smiling.
“Maybe in a few months,” Jaejoong said. “Your people need to be used to the idea of us before we suddenly go away.”
Changmin did agree with that. His people were going to be very angry.
He turned down a hallway and then slipped through an even smaller one, Jaejoong just behind him. Their hands linked together since it was too narrow to walk side by side. It had been a long time since he’d used the servants’ corridors, but he knew the way. Down a steep set of stairs and then through another doorway. The air around them grew warmer.
After just another hallway, Changmin slipped into an opened door and into the kitchens. The warmth spread through their thin clothes. The fires burned hot, pots boiling, meats simmering. Changmin learned at an early age that the kitchens never stopped. There was always something cooking, always someone working, always food and smells and comfort.
“Shim Changmin!” a voice shouted and a stout woman rumbled over, a wooden spoon high in the air.
Changmin laughed and dodged the swing at his ass and then put a table between him and Eunjin.
“You are still young enough for me to swat at your ass, boy,” she said, waving the spoon.
Jaejoong gasped at the language, but Changmin only laughed harder.
The woman turned her attention to Jaejoong. “I thought he was sick.”
“He is,” Changmin said, moving back over to him, “but he wanted to walk around, and well, I’m sure you still have some cake or cookies somewhere. Please, Jin-jin-noona.”
“Greedy brat,” the woman said with a reluctant smile. “Always could eat more than your weight in sweets.”
Changmin laughed.
“Go sit down, boy. I’ll bring you two a treat.”
Changmin motioned Jaejoong over to a high table. On top of the table were cuts of fruit and pieces of bread, not the ones served to the royal family or nobles, but the leftovers. Changmin found a slab of bread and a few pieces of berries and apples. He put them together and took a bite before offering it to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiled widely and did not use his hands to eat the treat.
Changmin flushed at the wave of lust coursing through him. He hoped the color on his cheeks was hidden by the fires and the heat around them.
Eunjin lumbered back to their table, a tray piled with something that looked delicious. Changmin rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
“Eat,” she said. “You boys are too skinny. It is why you fall ill so easily.”
The tray was full of round balls of dough, fried and then covered in sweets: chocolate, sugar and cinnamon, and dried apples and nuts. Changmin picked up a chocolate one, smiling as he took a bite. Chocolate dripped from his fingers and lips.
Jaejoong chuckled. “A good way to start a bad habit.”
Changmin sneered at him with eyes dancing with laughter. He felt chocolate on his lips and chin.
“So very elegant, your highness.”
“Fuck you,” Changmin muttered around another bite, using the obscene language of the peasants.
He laughed harder and then took Changmin’s wrist and pulled the dessert over to his own mouth. He took a bite and moaned. “So good,” he said around the food.
Eunjin returned with a jug of cool milk, a rare treat. Milk was used for cooking, not for drinking. Except for Changmin, who was always able to wheedle a cup or goblet full of the sweet drink. She tossed two forks onto the table with a grumble of, “Be civilised, you oaf of a prince,” and then left them to their food.
“If we were in your rooms, I’d be feeding this to you with my fingers,” Changmin said and used a fork to cut into the apple and nut dessert.
Jaejoong smiled. “If we were in your rooms, I’d be licking chocolate sauce off your body.”
Changmin shivered, causing Jaejoong to laugh harder.
The rest of their conversation was innocent, exploits of Changmin wandering the halls at night, coming to the kitchens whenever he wanted. Jaejoong laughed at all the stories Changmin told of being caught and brought before his mother and father for sneaking around in places he did not belong. But each experience brought Changmin closer to the staff. He knew them all by name, he knew about their families. He knew how important the servants and maids were to the running of his castle. He did his best not to take them for granted, but he felt like he did not appreciate them enough.
After their treat, Changmin led Jaejoong, not back to their rooms, but up, again through servants hallways, all the way to the top of the highest tower. A pair of guards were there, keeping watch for raiders or unannounced visitors. They bowed to both of the princes, and then went back to their duties. Just beyond their sight, Changmin led Jaejoong up a steep set of stairs and to a small square of a stones. It was almost like a porch, high above everything else. To the north were the snow-capped mountains. To the south and east, the dark green trees of the forest and the elven territory. And everywhere else were the rolling hills and flat plains of Changmin’s kingdom.
The wind tossed their clothes and hair, bringing with it the smell of rain and the harvest. Soon the colors of the trees would turn to golds and oranges and reds and then snow would fall upon his lands.
Jaejoong stood at the stone railing, head tilted back. Sunlight bathed over his skin. He smiled widely, eyes shut and arms spread. His clothes billowed in the strong wind.
Changmin watched for a moment and then moved up behind him, arms around his waist. He pressed his face to the side of his neck and found the hidden, raised lines of the curse with his tongue. Jaejoong gripped his arms and sagged into his hold.
“That feels so good,” Jaejoong whispered. “So very good.”
Changmin slid one hand down the front of Jaejoong’s body, cupping his cock through the thin, white pants.
Jaejoong gasped, hips jerking into the touch. “Command me to throw myself from this tower and I will obey.”
Changmin chuckled. “I have a much better idea,” he said and spun to the side. He sat on the stone ledge and pulled Jaejoong between his legs, hands on his ass. He smiled up at him and did not protest when Jaejoong cupped his cheeks and leaned down for a heavy kiss.
He focused beyond Jaejoong’s mouth, beyond the way their lips aligned, the slide of tongues into mouths, beyond the way his hands slid under Jaejoong’s tunic, along soft skin. He focused on his blood, on his mind, on his heart. His blood pumped faster, opposite to the calm he attempted when shooting an arrow. His mind focused on the elf in his arms, on the way they fit together, on the way they breathed together. His heart ... he had always held passion for Jaejoong. Always saw him and admired him. That was not new. But knowing that Jaejoong felt the same, knowing Jaejoong ached for his friendship. Those things were new.
Changmin had watched Jaejoong as a competitor watched his rival, with an eye for weakness. And now he watched and held Jaejoong the way he had always hoped to hold a lover. There was worry and concern for his well being, but also greed and lust and desire for his touch, his skin, his mouth.
The first was not because of the curse. It was not because Changmin had not been aware of it.
But the second ... was it because of the curse? Did it even matter if it was? His blood throbbed in his veins, but it was the same as when he was with any other partner. Maybe a bit stronger, a bit more passionate. But the lust rolled through him, the need to keep him near. Maybe this was not the curse, but just his own feelings for the elf, his own desire and need. He had never felt this before because he had never done more than satisfy a carnal need with the men he had bedded before.
Jaejoong was so much more than a mutual romp under the blankets. He had always been much more than that.
Jaejoong had said he lived with the curse for so long that it was a part of him. The blood that called Jaejoong to him had been part of Changmin for his whole life. He was no different than he had always been. Neither was the elf in his arms. The only difference was that they were kissing instead of arguing, touching instead of treating each other with cool civility.
And Changmin loved kissing Jaejoong.
Changmin pulled away with a smile. Jaejoong’s face was flushed, lips bright red.
“How daring are you?” Changmin whispered.
Jaejoong eyes sparkled with mischief. “Depends on what you have in mind.”
Changmin leaned back, hands on the stone. He spread his legs. “You owe me an orgasm.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Do I?”
“Of course. You do remember the orgasm I gave you in the tub.”
Jaejoong slid his hands down Changmin’s chest as he went down to his knees. “Of course. And would you like this orgasm with my hands or my mouth?”
“Both.”
“Of course,” Jaejoong murmured before lowering his head and rubbing his face on Changmin’s crotch. He moaned, and Changmin echoed the noise, head tilted back.
“Are you going to be able to be quiet, your highness?” Jaejoong asked while loosening the laces on his pants.
Changmin smirked. “Probably not.”
Jaejoong lifted his hands and shut his eyes. He smiled and then spun both hands, just at his wrists. The air swirled and thickened around them, and then Jaejoong opened his eyes. “There we go. A sound dampener. It won’t stop noise completely, but it should be effective enough to keep the guards from knowing that I am going to let you fuck my mouth.”
Changmin shivered. “Get to it then.”
Jaejoong pulled at his pants, just enough to reach Changmin’s bare cock. He played with it, both hands, up and down the shaft, fingers cupping his balls. Changmin tilted his head back with a moan.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Jaejoong asked.
Changmin opened an eye and lifted an eyebrow.
Jaejoong chuckled and leaned forward. He lapped at the slit of Changmin’s cock. “I just mean that I am very, very good at this, and you may end up addicted to my mouth.”
“Arrogance.”
“Truth.”
“Prove it.”
Jaejoong chuckled, lips against the soft head of Changmin’s erection. He kept his tongue pressed at the ridge and then opened his mouth. Changmin moved one hand to his hair, fingers gentle, as Jaejoong let the crown and then half of the shaft into his throat. Changmin did not bother to smother his moans. He wanted Jaejoong to understand how much he liked it, liked his mouth, liked Jaejoong on his knees.
Jaejoong’s hand moved away from the shaft. He shifted, ran his hands up and down Changmin’s thighs, and then bobbed his head, pressed his face almost against Changmin’s body, took his cock deep and sucked.
Changmin moaned even louder. He tried to sag further, but the stone wall wasn’t exactly the safest or most comfortable place. Gripping Jaejoong’s hair, he held on tight and let Jaejoong suck his soul out of his dick.
That is what it felt like.
The other men he had been with had satisfied a physical need.
But the need, heat, desire and power he felt with Jaejoong were so very different. Was Jaejoong just that good at sucking cock? Was it the curse? Maybe. Changmin did not care.
“Beautiful, fuck, Jaejoong, so beautiful.”
Jaejoong sighed through his nose and then sped up. He tugged on Changmin’s balls and moaned around the thick cock in his throat.
Changmin cried out. He did not want to come yet. He wanted Jaejoong’s mouth on his dick for hours. He wanted the heat and the sensations all over his body. With them naked, with them pressed against each other. He wanted to see if Jaejoong’s ass was as orgasm-inducing as his throat.
“Jaejoong-ah, going to come.”
Jaejoong whimpered, but it sounded too eager, too soft, too ... innocent? Changmin’s brain fogged over, his hearing went as muffled as the spell around them. He curled around Jaejoong, just enough, and used the grip on his hair to fuck up into his mouth. He may have shouted Jaejoong’s name. He may have only just screamed, but he moaned through his release, orgasm teasing him in long pulses of pleasure, before he finally came, and Jaejoong sucked and swallowed his release. Changmin shuddered through each pulse and then quivered at the sensitive slide of Jaejoong’s tongue on his shaft and back to the slit of his cock.
Changmin pulled him up, suddenly, harshly, and their mouths slammed together. Changmin wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and kissed the taste of him from Jaejoong’s mouth. He swallowed the last few dredges of his own come and then gripped Jaejoong’s ass.
Jaejoong relaxed against him, hands on his shoulders. His cock was hard in the thin white pants. Changmin was tempted to grab it, but he wanted the next orgasm they both had to be in a bed, preferably with Jaejoong’s legs wrapped around him and Changmin’s cock slamming into his ass.
Part 7: The Binding Spells
Part 5: The Binding Book
Part 4: The Binding Kiss
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: This is as much as I have completely finished. My week is a little crazy, so I may not get to update this story again until the weekend. But you know, who knows?
Part 6: The Binding Treat
They walked slowly, slippered feet quiet on the long rugs down the hallways of the castle. They paused every now and then for Jaejoong to ask a question about a painting or an artifact. Changmin studied his history and genealogy; he loved learning about the people that had come before him, the kings and queens and lords that made his kingdom strong and great. He mentioned a name sometimes, and Jaejoong nodded with a “ah, I remember him.” It felt a bit heady to remember how very old Jaejoong was.
“Your family has such a lovely castle,” Jaejoong mused. “It is the same brick and mortar of the previous kings but your mother has such a grand eye for decor.”
“She sees beauty in everything,” Changmin said. “I learned that from her.” He moved his arm from Jaejoong’s and draped it around his shoulders instead.
Jaejoong tilted his head up with a questioning look.
Changmin grinned. “You are unwell, Elf Prince,” he said. “I am only offering my body for you to lean against.”
Jaejoong chuckled and put both arms around Changmin’s waist as they continued their stroll. “Are you going to tell me where we are going yet?”
“We’re almost there.”
Changmin fought the urge to kiss the crown of Jaejoong’s head. His hair was so soft, and smelled of the forests of his family.
His family.
Changmin cleared his throat. “I do not expect ... you do not have to stay here,” he said softly. “What I mean is, we can go to your kingdom too.”
He felt Jaejoong's smile. Felt it in his heart, in his soul. It was strange. He could not see his face, nor was it pressed to Changmin’s chest. But he knew the elf was smiling.
“Maybe in a few months,” Jaejoong said. “Your people need to be used to the idea of us before we suddenly go away.”
Changmin did agree with that. His people were going to be very angry.
He turned down a hallway and then slipped through an even smaller one, Jaejoong just behind him. Their hands linked together since it was too narrow to walk side by side. It had been a long time since he’d used the servants’ corridors, but he knew the way. Down a steep set of stairs and then through another doorway. The air around them grew warmer.
After just another hallway, Changmin slipped into an opened door and into the kitchens. The warmth spread through their thin clothes. The fires burned hot, pots boiling, meats simmering. Changmin learned at an early age that the kitchens never stopped. There was always something cooking, always someone working, always food and smells and comfort.
“Shim Changmin!” a voice shouted and a stout woman rumbled over, a wooden spoon high in the air.
Changmin laughed and dodged the swing at his ass and then put a table between him and Eunjin.
“You are still young enough for me to swat at your ass, boy,” she said, waving the spoon.
Jaejoong gasped at the language, but Changmin only laughed harder.
The woman turned her attention to Jaejoong. “I thought he was sick.”
“He is,” Changmin said, moving back over to him, “but he wanted to walk around, and well, I’m sure you still have some cake or cookies somewhere. Please, Jin-jin-noona.”
“Greedy brat,” the woman said with a reluctant smile. “Always could eat more than your weight in sweets.”
Changmin laughed.
“Go sit down, boy. I’ll bring you two a treat.”
Changmin motioned Jaejoong over to a high table. On top of the table were cuts of fruit and pieces of bread, not the ones served to the royal family or nobles, but the leftovers. Changmin found a slab of bread and a few pieces of berries and apples. He put them together and took a bite before offering it to Jaejoong.
Jaejoong smiled widely and did not use his hands to eat the treat.
Changmin flushed at the wave of lust coursing through him. He hoped the color on his cheeks was hidden by the fires and the heat around them.
Eunjin lumbered back to their table, a tray piled with something that looked delicious. Changmin rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
“Eat,” she said. “You boys are too skinny. It is why you fall ill so easily.”
The tray was full of round balls of dough, fried and then covered in sweets: chocolate, sugar and cinnamon, and dried apples and nuts. Changmin picked up a chocolate one, smiling as he took a bite. Chocolate dripped from his fingers and lips.
Jaejoong chuckled. “A good way to start a bad habit.”
Changmin sneered at him with eyes dancing with laughter. He felt chocolate on his lips and chin.
“So very elegant, your highness.”
“Fuck you,” Changmin muttered around another bite, using the obscene language of the peasants.
He laughed harder and then took Changmin’s wrist and pulled the dessert over to his own mouth. He took a bite and moaned. “So good,” he said around the food.
Eunjin returned with a jug of cool milk, a rare treat. Milk was used for cooking, not for drinking. Except for Changmin, who was always able to wheedle a cup or goblet full of the sweet drink. She tossed two forks onto the table with a grumble of, “Be civilised, you oaf of a prince,” and then left them to their food.
“If we were in your rooms, I’d be feeding this to you with my fingers,” Changmin said and used a fork to cut into the apple and nut dessert.
Jaejoong smiled. “If we were in your rooms, I’d be licking chocolate sauce off your body.”
Changmin shivered, causing Jaejoong to laugh harder.
The rest of their conversation was innocent, exploits of Changmin wandering the halls at night, coming to the kitchens whenever he wanted. Jaejoong laughed at all the stories Changmin told of being caught and brought before his mother and father for sneaking around in places he did not belong. But each experience brought Changmin closer to the staff. He knew them all by name, he knew about their families. He knew how important the servants and maids were to the running of his castle. He did his best not to take them for granted, but he felt like he did not appreciate them enough.
After their treat, Changmin led Jaejoong, not back to their rooms, but up, again through servants hallways, all the way to the top of the highest tower. A pair of guards were there, keeping watch for raiders or unannounced visitors. They bowed to both of the princes, and then went back to their duties. Just beyond their sight, Changmin led Jaejoong up a steep set of stairs and to a small square of a stones. It was almost like a porch, high above everything else. To the north were the snow-capped mountains. To the south and east, the dark green trees of the forest and the elven territory. And everywhere else were the rolling hills and flat plains of Changmin’s kingdom.
The wind tossed their clothes and hair, bringing with it the smell of rain and the harvest. Soon the colors of the trees would turn to golds and oranges and reds and then snow would fall upon his lands.
Jaejoong stood at the stone railing, head tilted back. Sunlight bathed over his skin. He smiled widely, eyes shut and arms spread. His clothes billowed in the strong wind.
Changmin watched for a moment and then moved up behind him, arms around his waist. He pressed his face to the side of his neck and found the hidden, raised lines of the curse with his tongue. Jaejoong gripped his arms and sagged into his hold.
“That feels so good,” Jaejoong whispered. “So very good.”
Changmin slid one hand down the front of Jaejoong’s body, cupping his cock through the thin, white pants.
Jaejoong gasped, hips jerking into the touch. “Command me to throw myself from this tower and I will obey.”
Changmin chuckled. “I have a much better idea,” he said and spun to the side. He sat on the stone ledge and pulled Jaejoong between his legs, hands on his ass. He smiled up at him and did not protest when Jaejoong cupped his cheeks and leaned down for a heavy kiss.
He focused beyond Jaejoong’s mouth, beyond the way their lips aligned, the slide of tongues into mouths, beyond the way his hands slid under Jaejoong’s tunic, along soft skin. He focused on his blood, on his mind, on his heart. His blood pumped faster, opposite to the calm he attempted when shooting an arrow. His mind focused on the elf in his arms, on the way they fit together, on the way they breathed together. His heart ... he had always held passion for Jaejoong. Always saw him and admired him. That was not new. But knowing that Jaejoong felt the same, knowing Jaejoong ached for his friendship. Those things were new.
Changmin had watched Jaejoong as a competitor watched his rival, with an eye for weakness. And now he watched and held Jaejoong the way he had always hoped to hold a lover. There was worry and concern for his well being, but also greed and lust and desire for his touch, his skin, his mouth.
The first was not because of the curse. It was not because Changmin had not been aware of it.
But the second ... was it because of the curse? Did it even matter if it was? His blood throbbed in his veins, but it was the same as when he was with any other partner. Maybe a bit stronger, a bit more passionate. But the lust rolled through him, the need to keep him near. Maybe this was not the curse, but just his own feelings for the elf, his own desire and need. He had never felt this before because he had never done more than satisfy a carnal need with the men he had bedded before.
Jaejoong was so much more than a mutual romp under the blankets. He had always been much more than that.
Jaejoong had said he lived with the curse for so long that it was a part of him. The blood that called Jaejoong to him had been part of Changmin for his whole life. He was no different than he had always been. Neither was the elf in his arms. The only difference was that they were kissing instead of arguing, touching instead of treating each other with cool civility.
And Changmin loved kissing Jaejoong.
Changmin pulled away with a smile. Jaejoong’s face was flushed, lips bright red.
“How daring are you?” Changmin whispered.
Jaejoong eyes sparkled with mischief. “Depends on what you have in mind.”
Changmin leaned back, hands on the stone. He spread his legs. “You owe me an orgasm.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Do I?”
“Of course. You do remember the orgasm I gave you in the tub.”
Jaejoong slid his hands down Changmin’s chest as he went down to his knees. “Of course. And would you like this orgasm with my hands or my mouth?”
“Both.”
“Of course,” Jaejoong murmured before lowering his head and rubbing his face on Changmin’s crotch. He moaned, and Changmin echoed the noise, head tilted back.
“Are you going to be able to be quiet, your highness?” Jaejoong asked while loosening the laces on his pants.
Changmin smirked. “Probably not.”
Jaejoong lifted his hands and shut his eyes. He smiled and then spun both hands, just at his wrists. The air swirled and thickened around them, and then Jaejoong opened his eyes. “There we go. A sound dampener. It won’t stop noise completely, but it should be effective enough to keep the guards from knowing that I am going to let you fuck my mouth.”
Changmin shivered. “Get to it then.”
Jaejoong pulled at his pants, just enough to reach Changmin’s bare cock. He played with it, both hands, up and down the shaft, fingers cupping his balls. Changmin tilted his head back with a moan.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Jaejoong asked.
Changmin opened an eye and lifted an eyebrow.
Jaejoong chuckled and leaned forward. He lapped at the slit of Changmin’s cock. “I just mean that I am very, very good at this, and you may end up addicted to my mouth.”
“Arrogance.”
“Truth.”
“Prove it.”
Jaejoong chuckled, lips against the soft head of Changmin’s erection. He kept his tongue pressed at the ridge and then opened his mouth. Changmin moved one hand to his hair, fingers gentle, as Jaejoong let the crown and then half of the shaft into his throat. Changmin did not bother to smother his moans. He wanted Jaejoong to understand how much he liked it, liked his mouth, liked Jaejoong on his knees.
Jaejoong’s hand moved away from the shaft. He shifted, ran his hands up and down Changmin’s thighs, and then bobbed his head, pressed his face almost against Changmin’s body, took his cock deep and sucked.
Changmin moaned even louder. He tried to sag further, but the stone wall wasn’t exactly the safest or most comfortable place. Gripping Jaejoong’s hair, he held on tight and let Jaejoong suck his soul out of his dick.
That is what it felt like.
The other men he had been with had satisfied a physical need.
But the need, heat, desire and power he felt with Jaejoong were so very different. Was Jaejoong just that good at sucking cock? Was it the curse? Maybe. Changmin did not care.
“Beautiful, fuck, Jaejoong, so beautiful.”
Jaejoong sighed through his nose and then sped up. He tugged on Changmin’s balls and moaned around the thick cock in his throat.
Changmin cried out. He did not want to come yet. He wanted Jaejoong’s mouth on his dick for hours. He wanted the heat and the sensations all over his body. With them naked, with them pressed against each other. He wanted to see if Jaejoong’s ass was as orgasm-inducing as his throat.
“Jaejoong-ah, going to come.”
Jaejoong whimpered, but it sounded too eager, too soft, too ... innocent? Changmin’s brain fogged over, his hearing went as muffled as the spell around them. He curled around Jaejoong, just enough, and used the grip on his hair to fuck up into his mouth. He may have shouted Jaejoong’s name. He may have only just screamed, but he moaned through his release, orgasm teasing him in long pulses of pleasure, before he finally came, and Jaejoong sucked and swallowed his release. Changmin shuddered through each pulse and then quivered at the sensitive slide of Jaejoong’s tongue on his shaft and back to the slit of his cock.
Changmin pulled him up, suddenly, harshly, and their mouths slammed together. Changmin wrapped his arms around Jaejoong’s waist and kissed the taste of him from Jaejoong’s mouth. He swallowed the last few dredges of his own come and then gripped Jaejoong’s ass.
Jaejoong relaxed against him, hands on his shoulders. His cock was hard in the thin white pants. Changmin was tempted to grab it, but he wanted the next orgasm they both had to be in a bed, preferably with Jaejoong’s legs wrapped around him and Changmin’s cock slamming into his ass.
Part 7: The Binding Spells
Part 5: The Binding Book
Part 4: The Binding Kiss
Part 3: The Binding Shots
Part 2: The Binding Touch
Part 1: The Binding Curse
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