Tightly Bound 8/?
Title: Tightly Bound 8/?
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 8: The Binding Sex
Given permission (from Jaejoong and himself), Changmin started with Jaejoong’s mouth: firm, long kisses with hands gripping his ass, and short, soft licks to his lips, with hands dancing up and down his waist and sides.
“You are so beautiful,” Changmin said, tracing a sharp hipbone with fingertips.
Jaejoong smiled. “Of course.”
Chuckling, Changmin leaned forward and captured one of Jaejoong’s dusky nipples in his mouth.
Jaejoong moaned. “I’ve already had my mouth on you today. Can we just skip to the fucking, please?”
“But I haven’t had my mouth on you, have I?
“Next time, please.”
Changmin shook his head, pressed one more kiss to Jaejoong’s lips, and then settled him on the bed. His arms wound around Changmin’s neck, pulling him down and on top of him. Changmin chuckled, allowed the kiss, and pushed up, hovering over Jaejoong’s body.
“I have been told that I am very good with my mouth,” Changmin said.
“Bet you’re good with your cock too.”
“Of course,” Changmin said, and then rolled away from him despite Jaejoong’s noise of protest. He stood up, removed the sleep pants, and went to one of his chests. In a side compartment were bottles of oil and he took the one that smelled of roses and lilacs.
“There are spells for things like preparation,” Jaejoong said.
Changmin smirked on his way back to the bed. “I do my own work. I am not a lazy elf.”
“It’s faster.”
“So you want to cast a spell, have me fuck you for the immediate satisfaction, and then what? Go to dinner? Be done with each other?” Changmin set the pot of oil near the pile of pillows and then crawled over his body, kissing first his shin and then his knee, up to his hip. He bypassed Jaejoong’s erection and kissed the tattooed leaf. “Or do you want me to touch you, play with you, stretch you open with my fingers and tongue?”
Jaejoong bit his lip against a moan and his cheeks flushed. “Fine, fine. But you better make it worth it.”
“Of course.” He trailed his tongue down Jaejoong’s abs and to his belly button. His cheek slid along Jaejoong’s cock. “Are you going to let me make it worth it?”
Jaejoong whimpered. “Of course.”
Changmin cupped Jaejoong’s balls, pulling them just enough to lift his dick away from his stomach. He started at the base with his tongue, up the slim shaft to the ridge. Jaejoong settled a hand in Changmin’s hair, fingers touching and curling around the back of his head. Changmin hummed in appreciation and sucked the weeping head into his mouth. He slid his tongue through the slit of Jaejoong’s cock and then moved his hand from balls to shaft. He pumped, up and down, matching the movements with his mouth, only pausing a moment to lick at the crown.
Jaejoong’s breaths were deep, interrupted by tiny whimpers, quick inhales, and sharp sounds of pleasure.
Changmin bobbed his head slower, moving his mouth farther down the shaft. He took his time, keeping everything wet and slick, until he was comfortably taking most of Jaejoong into his mouth. His fingers went back to his balls, tugging gently with every suck. Jaejoong’s erection was a bit longer than Changmin’s, he noted, but his own was wider. He figured that made them equal.
“Please, please, please,” Jaejoong gasped suddenly. His cock throbbed, and Changmin sped up a little bit. Jaejoong pulled at his hair, probably to get him off his cock, but Changmin ignored the warnings and twisted his head while he sucked, licking at the head with his tongue when he could.
“No, no no no no no, want ... come inside me. Want, please, stop, Changmin-ah, please.”
Changmin chuckled instead and kept Jaejoong in his mouth. He used his hand again, stroking the shaft quickly while licking at the head.
Jaejoong’s whimpers turned to curses. His body shivered and twisted, a knee bent and he tried to thrust up into Changmin’s mouth. Changmin moved, between his legs, He pushed at his knees, and positioned himself so that Jaejoong could do as he craved. The fingers tightened in his hair again, both feet planted on the bed, knees spread wide, and Jaejoong thrust up, pulling Changmin down on his cock. The noises from Jaejoong’s throat sped up, got louder, echoing around them, and Changmin took over, moving slower despite Jaejoong’s whimper of protest. He pulled at Jaejoong’s balls again and took him deeper than before.
Jaejoong’s cock throbbed in Changmin’s mouth, pulsed and then twitched. Jaejoong gasped out Changmin’s name and then flooded his mouth with his release. Changmin sucked him through his orgasm, speeding up at first and then slowly back down as Jaejoong’s body collapsed and he sagged into the bed, legs going from taut to relaxed.
Changmin swallowed the load in his mouth and then went back to the tip, the head, sucking lightly, digging his tongue into the slit. He pumped his hand, pulling the last dollop of come to the tip. He rubbed it against his lips and then let Jaejoong go. He crawled up Jaejoong’s body and kissed him.
Jaejoong moaned, chest still heaving with breaths of recovery. He licked at Changmin’s lips, curled his hand in Changmin’s hair and shoved his tongue into Changmin’s mouth.
Changmin chuckled and allowed the heavy kiss. He settled against Jaejoong’s body, cock sliding against the slick skin near his stomach.
“Good?” Changmin asked, reaching between them to grip both of their erections.
Jaejoong nodded and moaned. “Yes, so good. So good, Changminnie.”
“I bet you want me to fuck you now?”
“Yes, yes yes! Please.”
Changmin shook his head, pushed up with one hand and then leaned back down for a soft kiss. “I am not done with my fingers and mouth yet.”
Jaejoong moaned and lifted a leg. He settled his ankle on Changmin’s thigh.
Changmin let go of their erections and dragged his fingertips down to his ass. He kept three fingers curled around his balls and used the other two to brush up and down his cleft. “But it is your choice, my elf. A quick fuck. Or do you want me to play with you?”
Jaejoong swallowed and nodded. “Play. Play. Please.”
“Of course,” Changmin murmured. He gave Jaejoong one more kiss and shuffled back.
Jaejoong lifted and spread his legs, gripping behind his knees.
Changmin started with touches, light fingertips up and down the back of his thighs, firmer sweeps along the curves of his ass and between his cleft. Jaejoong’s skin twitched and shivered. The dim light reflected off the wet stripes left by Changmin’s tongue. The elf was not hairless like Changmin first thought, but the hair was blonde and soft, wispy. Everything about Jaejoong’s naked body was soft. Except his entrance. That was tight, pulsing with every teasing touch.
Changmin ran his tongue over it, smiling at the high whimper from Jaejoong’s mouth. The crinkled whorl tightened against his tongue and then against his finger. He used spit to press in a fingertip and licked around it, above it, and sucked on Jaejoong’s balls while he forced the finger in deeper.
“You are tight,” Changmin muttered, removed his finger, and reached for the pot of oil. He had to get up a little but it was easy to get right back in position.
“Been ... been awhile.”
“That means something different to you than to me. How long is awhile?” He continued to lick at his cleft, swirl his tongue over Jaejoong’s entrance.”
Jaejoong gasped and shook his head. “Don’t ... remember ... years. Fifty, eighty, something. Long time. It just ... it hurts ... I ... fuck. Talk later.”
Changmin chuckled. “Yes, your highness.”
Changmin removed the lid from the oil. He poured some right at the top of Jaejoong’s cleft and then dipped three fingers into the pot before carefully setting it to the side. He retraced his fingers’ path, up and down the slick cleft. Jaejoong begged in noises that resembled words. Sort of.
Changmin pressed in one finger, the muscles clamped down on it and Jaejoong panted out a slightly uncomfortable noise. Changmin kissed his inner thigh, and moved up his body. A knee stayed hooked at his elbow, and Jaejoong gripped his hip. Changmin kissed him just as he moved his finger. Just a short press, in and out. When Jaejoong sighed through his nose, Changmin did it again, and then sped up.
“Can I use two fingers now?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong’s eyes opened, but his vision obviously was not too focused. He nodded.
Changmin shifted again until he was kneeling between Jaejoong’s legs with Jaejoong’s ass resting on his thighs. It let Jaejoong relax a little, unclench the grip on his knees. Changmin poured more oil to his cleft and used a single finger to spread it around and push it inside him before trying a second finger. He dragged his other hand to Jaejoong’s cock and stroked him while pumping his fingers.
“Okay?” Changmin whispered and kissed his knee.
Jaejoong shook his head. “Cock. Soon. Need ... need your cock.”
“Soon.”
“If we’d done this my way, you’d already be fucking me.”
Changmin frowned. “Are you hurting? Do you need--”
Jaejoong shook his head. “No. This feels good. Just don’t stop.”
Changmin smiled and pressed in a third finger. “How about I do that instead?”
Jaejoong keened, the noise sounding like, “bastard” but too full of pleasure to be an actual word.
Changmin kept stroking and stretching him, pumping and spreading his fingers, slow and then quick. He watched Jaejoong’s face, mouth open, gasping, eyes fluttering with every movement of his fingers. His body shook, legs quivering from the effort to hold them up. Changmin let go of his erection and slowly removed his fingers. He shifted his knees back and leaned over Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong wrapped his legs around Changmin’s waist, and they both shivered as their erections brushed. Again, Changmin reached between them and gripped both hard lengths in a firm grip, stroking slowly.
Jaejoong gasped and twisted underneath him. “If you don’t get your cock inside me, I’m turning my arrows to your fucking head.”
Changmin laughed. He let go of Jaejoong and gripped himself. He teased a bit longer, swiping his cock up and down his cleft and licking at Jaejoong’s lips.
Jaejoong grabbed his ass. “Come on!”
“Bossy.”
“Please,” he gasped, back arching off the bed. He rubbed his erection against Changmin’s stomach.
And Changmin shivered. Okay, that was enough teasing. Changmin shifted his hips back, just enough to grab his erection, hold it against Jaejoong’s spasming entrance, and push in. Slowly.
Jaejoong keened, digging his nails into Changmin’s arms.
Changmin stopped, only partly for Jaejoong, and the rest for himself.
“Tight,” Changmin gasped.
Jaejoong chuckled, breathless, more of a moan. “Like I said. Been a while. Move.”
Changmin moved deeper and then pulled out a little. “Fuck.” His arms shook, and he lowered himself to elbows on either side of Jaejoong’s head. Perfect for a kiss or two while his body rocked slowly, getting used to the grip on is cock.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong said again. “Way too long.”
Changmin chuckled and used one hand to push sweaty hair off Jaejoong’s forehead. His hips curled, thrusting a little deeper, a little harder. “Never too long from now on. Every day, every hour.”
Jaejoong whimpered and nodded.
Changmin let his hips and lips communicate with Jaejoong. For once in his life, he was too content and greedy to make any sort of sarcastic comment about how much Jaejoong was enjoying this. And he was too, so any comment would have been ridiculous.
“Beautiful,” is what he finally settled on, whispered and breathed into Jaejoong’s mouth, muttered between thrusts and gasps and fleeting smiles.
It was the most uncomplicated moment of Changmin’s life. He did not need to hide his affection, he did not need to hurry for fear of being discovered. He did not need to wish for something more, something like love, definitely devotion. Curse or no, Changmin felt complete and knew that he was going to be with Jaejoong for as long as the other elf let him.
It was also one of the best orgams of Changmin’s life. Stealing his breath. Shimmering through his skin. Jaejoong’s tight body clenched around him, and his heart stuttered, his breath stopped for a moment, and he moaned into Jaejoong’s mouth, the kiss heavy while his hips still and he pumped Jaejoong full of his release.
“Sexy,” Jaejoong said.
Changmin tried to reply and settled for a kiss to Jaejoong’s neck, just above the binding curse.
“May I?”
Changmin grunted a question.
With a chuckle, Jaejoong said, “May I push you over to your back and sit on your cock until I come?”
Changmin moaned, hips thrusting a little. “Of course.”
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Jaejoong was beautiful. On his knees. On his back. Riding Changmin’s cock. In the tub. Laying in bed. Asleep. Awake. With a bow and arrow aimed at a target.
And sitting on the floor, eating food from Changmin’s fingers. Which very quickly led to Jaejoong on the floor with Changmin’s dick between his lips.
Changmin feared that he would neglect everything in his kingdom and everything would fall into disarray just because Jaejoong loved sucking on his cock so much and so often, and Changmin knew that he would never tell Jaejoong no when the beautiful elf wanted something, especially if it was sex.
Part 9: The Binding Agreement
Part 7: The Binding Spells
Part 6: The Binding Treat
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 8: The Binding Sex
Given permission (from Jaejoong and himself), Changmin started with Jaejoong’s mouth: firm, long kisses with hands gripping his ass, and short, soft licks to his lips, with hands dancing up and down his waist and sides.
“You are so beautiful,” Changmin said, tracing a sharp hipbone with fingertips.
Jaejoong smiled. “Of course.”
Chuckling, Changmin leaned forward and captured one of Jaejoong’s dusky nipples in his mouth.
Jaejoong moaned. “I’ve already had my mouth on you today. Can we just skip to the fucking, please?”
“But I haven’t had my mouth on you, have I?
“Next time, please.”
Changmin shook his head, pressed one more kiss to Jaejoong’s lips, and then settled him on the bed. His arms wound around Changmin’s neck, pulling him down and on top of him. Changmin chuckled, allowed the kiss, and pushed up, hovering over Jaejoong’s body.
“I have been told that I am very good with my mouth,” Changmin said.
“Bet you’re good with your cock too.”
“Of course,” Changmin said, and then rolled away from him despite Jaejoong’s noise of protest. He stood up, removed the sleep pants, and went to one of his chests. In a side compartment were bottles of oil and he took the one that smelled of roses and lilacs.
“There are spells for things like preparation,” Jaejoong said.
Changmin smirked on his way back to the bed. “I do my own work. I am not a lazy elf.”
“It’s faster.”
“So you want to cast a spell, have me fuck you for the immediate satisfaction, and then what? Go to dinner? Be done with each other?” Changmin set the pot of oil near the pile of pillows and then crawled over his body, kissing first his shin and then his knee, up to his hip. He bypassed Jaejoong’s erection and kissed the tattooed leaf. “Or do you want me to touch you, play with you, stretch you open with my fingers and tongue?”
Jaejoong bit his lip against a moan and his cheeks flushed. “Fine, fine. But you better make it worth it.”
“Of course.” He trailed his tongue down Jaejoong’s abs and to his belly button. His cheek slid along Jaejoong’s cock. “Are you going to let me make it worth it?”
Jaejoong whimpered. “Of course.”
Changmin cupped Jaejoong’s balls, pulling them just enough to lift his dick away from his stomach. He started at the base with his tongue, up the slim shaft to the ridge. Jaejoong settled a hand in Changmin’s hair, fingers touching and curling around the back of his head. Changmin hummed in appreciation and sucked the weeping head into his mouth. He slid his tongue through the slit of Jaejoong’s cock and then moved his hand from balls to shaft. He pumped, up and down, matching the movements with his mouth, only pausing a moment to lick at the crown.
Jaejoong’s breaths were deep, interrupted by tiny whimpers, quick inhales, and sharp sounds of pleasure.
Changmin bobbed his head slower, moving his mouth farther down the shaft. He took his time, keeping everything wet and slick, until he was comfortably taking most of Jaejoong into his mouth. His fingers went back to his balls, tugging gently with every suck. Jaejoong’s erection was a bit longer than Changmin’s, he noted, but his own was wider. He figured that made them equal.
“Please, please, please,” Jaejoong gasped suddenly. His cock throbbed, and Changmin sped up a little bit. Jaejoong pulled at his hair, probably to get him off his cock, but Changmin ignored the warnings and twisted his head while he sucked, licking at the head with his tongue when he could.
“No, no no no no no, want ... come inside me. Want, please, stop, Changmin-ah, please.”
Changmin chuckled instead and kept Jaejoong in his mouth. He used his hand again, stroking the shaft quickly while licking at the head.
Jaejoong’s whimpers turned to curses. His body shivered and twisted, a knee bent and he tried to thrust up into Changmin’s mouth. Changmin moved, between his legs, He pushed at his knees, and positioned himself so that Jaejoong could do as he craved. The fingers tightened in his hair again, both feet planted on the bed, knees spread wide, and Jaejoong thrust up, pulling Changmin down on his cock. The noises from Jaejoong’s throat sped up, got louder, echoing around them, and Changmin took over, moving slower despite Jaejoong’s whimper of protest. He pulled at Jaejoong’s balls again and took him deeper than before.
Jaejoong’s cock throbbed in Changmin’s mouth, pulsed and then twitched. Jaejoong gasped out Changmin’s name and then flooded his mouth with his release. Changmin sucked him through his orgasm, speeding up at first and then slowly back down as Jaejoong’s body collapsed and he sagged into the bed, legs going from taut to relaxed.
Changmin swallowed the load in his mouth and then went back to the tip, the head, sucking lightly, digging his tongue into the slit. He pumped his hand, pulling the last dollop of come to the tip. He rubbed it against his lips and then let Jaejoong go. He crawled up Jaejoong’s body and kissed him.
Jaejoong moaned, chest still heaving with breaths of recovery. He licked at Changmin’s lips, curled his hand in Changmin’s hair and shoved his tongue into Changmin’s mouth.
Changmin chuckled and allowed the heavy kiss. He settled against Jaejoong’s body, cock sliding against the slick skin near his stomach.
“Good?” Changmin asked, reaching between them to grip both of their erections.
Jaejoong nodded and moaned. “Yes, so good. So good, Changminnie.”
“I bet you want me to fuck you now?”
“Yes, yes yes! Please.”
Changmin shook his head, pushed up with one hand and then leaned back down for a soft kiss. “I am not done with my fingers and mouth yet.”
Jaejoong moaned and lifted a leg. He settled his ankle on Changmin’s thigh.
Changmin let go of their erections and dragged his fingertips down to his ass. He kept three fingers curled around his balls and used the other two to brush up and down his cleft. “But it is your choice, my elf. A quick fuck. Or do you want me to play with you?”
Jaejoong swallowed and nodded. “Play. Play. Please.”
“Of course,” Changmin murmured. He gave Jaejoong one more kiss and shuffled back.
Jaejoong lifted and spread his legs, gripping behind his knees.
Changmin started with touches, light fingertips up and down the back of his thighs, firmer sweeps along the curves of his ass and between his cleft. Jaejoong’s skin twitched and shivered. The dim light reflected off the wet stripes left by Changmin’s tongue. The elf was not hairless like Changmin first thought, but the hair was blonde and soft, wispy. Everything about Jaejoong’s naked body was soft. Except his entrance. That was tight, pulsing with every teasing touch.
Changmin ran his tongue over it, smiling at the high whimper from Jaejoong’s mouth. The crinkled whorl tightened against his tongue and then against his finger. He used spit to press in a fingertip and licked around it, above it, and sucked on Jaejoong’s balls while he forced the finger in deeper.
“You are tight,” Changmin muttered, removed his finger, and reached for the pot of oil. He had to get up a little but it was easy to get right back in position.
“Been ... been awhile.”
“That means something different to you than to me. How long is awhile?” He continued to lick at his cleft, swirl his tongue over Jaejoong’s entrance.”
Jaejoong gasped and shook his head. “Don’t ... remember ... years. Fifty, eighty, something. Long time. It just ... it hurts ... I ... fuck. Talk later.”
Changmin chuckled. “Yes, your highness.”
Changmin removed the lid from the oil. He poured some right at the top of Jaejoong’s cleft and then dipped three fingers into the pot before carefully setting it to the side. He retraced his fingers’ path, up and down the slick cleft. Jaejoong begged in noises that resembled words. Sort of.
Changmin pressed in one finger, the muscles clamped down on it and Jaejoong panted out a slightly uncomfortable noise. Changmin kissed his inner thigh, and moved up his body. A knee stayed hooked at his elbow, and Jaejoong gripped his hip. Changmin kissed him just as he moved his finger. Just a short press, in and out. When Jaejoong sighed through his nose, Changmin did it again, and then sped up.
“Can I use two fingers now?” Changmin asked.
Jaejoong’s eyes opened, but his vision obviously was not too focused. He nodded.
Changmin shifted again until he was kneeling between Jaejoong’s legs with Jaejoong’s ass resting on his thighs. It let Jaejoong relax a little, unclench the grip on his knees. Changmin poured more oil to his cleft and used a single finger to spread it around and push it inside him before trying a second finger. He dragged his other hand to Jaejoong’s cock and stroked him while pumping his fingers.
“Okay?” Changmin whispered and kissed his knee.
Jaejoong shook his head. “Cock. Soon. Need ... need your cock.”
“Soon.”
“If we’d done this my way, you’d already be fucking me.”
Changmin frowned. “Are you hurting? Do you need--”
Jaejoong shook his head. “No. This feels good. Just don’t stop.”
Changmin smiled and pressed in a third finger. “How about I do that instead?”
Jaejoong keened, the noise sounding like, “bastard” but too full of pleasure to be an actual word.
Changmin kept stroking and stretching him, pumping and spreading his fingers, slow and then quick. He watched Jaejoong’s face, mouth open, gasping, eyes fluttering with every movement of his fingers. His body shook, legs quivering from the effort to hold them up. Changmin let go of his erection and slowly removed his fingers. He shifted his knees back and leaned over Jaejoong’s body.
Jaejoong wrapped his legs around Changmin’s waist, and they both shivered as their erections brushed. Again, Changmin reached between them and gripped both hard lengths in a firm grip, stroking slowly.
Jaejoong gasped and twisted underneath him. “If you don’t get your cock inside me, I’m turning my arrows to your fucking head.”
Changmin laughed. He let go of Jaejoong and gripped himself. He teased a bit longer, swiping his cock up and down his cleft and licking at Jaejoong’s lips.
Jaejoong grabbed his ass. “Come on!”
“Bossy.”
“Please,” he gasped, back arching off the bed. He rubbed his erection against Changmin’s stomach.
And Changmin shivered. Okay, that was enough teasing. Changmin shifted his hips back, just enough to grab his erection, hold it against Jaejoong’s spasming entrance, and push in. Slowly.
Jaejoong keened, digging his nails into Changmin’s arms.
Changmin stopped, only partly for Jaejoong, and the rest for himself.
“Tight,” Changmin gasped.
Jaejoong chuckled, breathless, more of a moan. “Like I said. Been a while. Move.”
Changmin moved deeper and then pulled out a little. “Fuck.” His arms shook, and he lowered himself to elbows on either side of Jaejoong’s head. Perfect for a kiss or two while his body rocked slowly, getting used to the grip on is cock.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong said again. “Way too long.”
Changmin chuckled and used one hand to push sweaty hair off Jaejoong’s forehead. His hips curled, thrusting a little deeper, a little harder. “Never too long from now on. Every day, every hour.”
Jaejoong whimpered and nodded.
Changmin let his hips and lips communicate with Jaejoong. For once in his life, he was too content and greedy to make any sort of sarcastic comment about how much Jaejoong was enjoying this. And he was too, so any comment would have been ridiculous.
“Beautiful,” is what he finally settled on, whispered and breathed into Jaejoong’s mouth, muttered between thrusts and gasps and fleeting smiles.
It was the most uncomplicated moment of Changmin’s life. He did not need to hide his affection, he did not need to hurry for fear of being discovered. He did not need to wish for something more, something like love, definitely devotion. Curse or no, Changmin felt complete and knew that he was going to be with Jaejoong for as long as the other elf let him.
It was also one of the best orgams of Changmin’s life. Stealing his breath. Shimmering through his skin. Jaejoong’s tight body clenched around him, and his heart stuttered, his breath stopped for a moment, and he moaned into Jaejoong’s mouth, the kiss heavy while his hips still and he pumped Jaejoong full of his release.
“Sexy,” Jaejoong said.
Changmin tried to reply and settled for a kiss to Jaejoong’s neck, just above the binding curse.
“May I?”
Changmin grunted a question.
With a chuckle, Jaejoong said, “May I push you over to your back and sit on your cock until I come?”
Changmin moaned, hips thrusting a little. “Of course.”
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Jaejoong was beautiful. On his knees. On his back. Riding Changmin’s cock. In the tub. Laying in bed. Asleep. Awake. With a bow and arrow aimed at a target.
And sitting on the floor, eating food from Changmin’s fingers. Which very quickly led to Jaejoong on the floor with Changmin’s dick between his lips.
Changmin feared that he would neglect everything in his kingdom and everything would fall into disarray just because Jaejoong loved sucking on his cock so much and so often, and Changmin knew that he would never tell Jaejoong no when the beautiful elf wanted something, especially if it was sex.
Part 9: The Binding Agreement
Part 7: The Binding Spells
Part 6: The Binding Treat
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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